Anna's father had had a rough life. He'd made several mistakes in his business and had lost an incredible amount of money, even spending a year in what he referred to as an absolute dump: a small manor. But as a child he had always been quite lucky, and that luck had finally re-emerged; he'd made a wise (yet seemingly desperate at the time) investment in the stock market. He'd made an immense profit, which he'd immediately put towards reviving his earliest business endeavour which he felt had simply been too far ahead for its time. He was right. People flocked to his wares in droves. He'd expanded his horizons, calling on all his knowledge. Suddenly, he'd started up a second business with just as bizarre a premise. That worked too. In a matter of years he'd risen far above his friends and family. If someone asked him for his secret at a party however, he'd simply call his wife over, wrap an arm around her waist and tell them it was all her doing; his drunken proposal to her had been the silver lining he'd been waiting for. She'd blush and chastise him gently: hadn't he proposed after his success? He would chortle and agree, then remind her that it was she who kept him sharp for the twenty odd years they'd been together since. He was a highly competitive man. Possibly even too competitive. For the past two years especially, away from the bright lights of ballrooms and the dim lights of meeting rooms, men and women would gather and murmur in hushed voices of the terror that was Agdar of the Arendelle family.

Anna's mother had fewer fears to keep her up at night. Not because she was better at avoiding mistakes or confrontations (although she was) but because she simply hadn't needed to make them. It had been a point of pride for her in her youth that she had been quite respected and successful before meeting Agdar, although she would admit that her husband's wealth and reputation far outweighed her own. But that didn't worry her in the slightest, for she had a far greater gift; one that made her valuable to both her husband and her many allies: her contacts. There were obvious exceptions, of course - for example, as a vegetarian from a family of fellow vegetarians, what need would she have for a butcher? - but she knew enough names and enough secrets to ensure that she would always get what she wanted. Anyone who paid her a favour would often do so to get in touch with a certain someone through her. These three-way dealings were rarely legal.

Anna stood proudly, sword drawn as she looked out at the horizon. There, after months of searching and battling and hardship, lay the castle where her people had been held captive, and - actually, they would probably be held in the prison which was somewhere... there? That looked about right. At least someone she cared about was probably being kept in the castle: her Prince Charming.

Anna the Brave.

She peered into the depth below. For a while she had entertained thoughts of standing above lava, but she had dismissed them as the fantasies of young children. No no, she was standing over an ocean - to be more specific, on the stern of her - or was it the prow? It was, wasn't it? Whatever - she was standing on the front of her flagship (There we go!), with an eyepatch over one eye and a telescope (Or whatever those small things are called!) held to the other. She looked back up. She knew where they were going.

Anna the Intelligent.

Her fleet was lining up in perfect formation, baring down on the tiny ships her enemy had sent to fend her off. This was going to be a routine rescue mission - she was gonna sail straight through, sink all those ships straight down to Davy Jones' locker, whoever that was (but not before looting them, of course) and then she'd sail straight to the port, rush straight to the castle - no the prison, that had more people in it, then she'd go to the castle - to get her Prince and - actually, replacing their flag would probably be a pretty smart thing to do, wouldn't it? Sure, she'd do that on the way out, why not? And then she'd bundle him into her ship and they'd sail off into the sunset. She (Heroically!) fumbled and dropped her spyglass into the red, furry water below.

"Oops! Er - I mean - I totally meant to do that! (Wow that's some really red water...) Do you see how the blood of our innocent comrades stains their shores?! (They probably just killed all the horses... Do horses even have fur? Oh, wait, they do, but - it's more hair than fur so... actually, just skip that bit. Don't think about this too much Anna!) So, er where was I? Oh yeah - Look at how many of us they've slaughtered! What do you say men?" She turned around, fully caught in the moment.

Anna the Alone.

She'd almost expected an answer. Somehow, she'd expected the stolen sofas to cheer her on or do something other than just... exist.

At least some of the bears were kinda looking in her direction.

Anna pouted, before turning back around. Immediately, the sofas turned to mighty vessels. The wardrobe turned into a tall prison tower and her four poster bed transformed into a distant castle. She grinned. "Charge!" Her ships slowly began to unravel their sails and set forth. She braced herself as she saw an enemy ship approaching. Her smile widened as she raised her sword arm and made the jump.

The good thing about water is that you can climb out of it without being considered a cheater. "Keep sailing!" She called out, grabbing her spyglass from the surface. "I'm a great swimmer!" She clambered back onto her ship. "And I'm a great climber!" She got back to the same position, her counterpart on the enemy ship was patiently waiting for her to make the transition - a bit of gentlemanliness (That's a word isn't it?) never hurt anyone, right? Slipping her sword into its sheath she made the jump, properly this time, and promptly killed the captain with a single blow. Didn't even need my sword for that one! "Loot this ship lads!" She looked between two other ships, the occupants of both were gazing at her in awe. She smiled at both before leaping to the furthest one and kicking the owner off as she span her arms around to not fall. "Loot this one too!" She drew her sword, leaned forward and threw it at the remaining captain who was probably still stunned by her grace. "That's a hat trick!" She jumped over to retrieve her sword before looking up.

She was almost there! There was just one really big ship blocking her path, with the bulkiest captain of all. She dodged the swivel fire directed at her and managed to jump onto the second ship she'd liberated just as a broadside destroyed the third. She smirked at this final obstacle.

She'd just gotten in closer.

She made the jump and stared down the man in front of her. The crew of the ship, as well as her own who had finally caught up gazed in awe as they steadied their stances. This was gonna be an epic fight. Anna smirked for the second time. They had no idea who she was. She simply marched up to the captain and punched him off, giggling at the sound of his high pitched scream as he toppled over. She jumped onto the shore, opening the prison doors with a huge burst of strength, the captives spilling out at her feet. She grinned and leaped up to the castle, bundling her Prince under one arm before she made to escape.

"Wait! The flag!"

Her Prince in one arm, she leaned out of the window of the castle, slapping her symbol over the castle's own colours ("Sorry Prince! I don't have time to tear theirs down fully - I need to get you to safety!"). She had a moment to admire her handiwork before she slipped. With a scream, she plummeted into the red sea below.

Actually, so close to the castle, the water probably wouldn't even be that deep, would it? She pulled herself to her feet, chastising her Prince for panicking needlessly. Her fleet was still so far away, but she knew a way to get round to her rear guard. She could work her way back forward from there. She nodded to Charming as she ran.

Anna the Victorious.

Giggling to herself as she slowed to a walk, she looked back and turned to the man in her arms. "That was close wasn't it? There's no way they can find us now!" The Prince didn't say anything. Poor guy was probably too shell shocked. "But that's okay! We'll get you back to the ship and warm food and -" (eww! You stink!) "- better clothes - actually, you'd look pretty cute in a pirate outfit - or we could probably find a sympathetic old woman here! There's always a sympathetic old - ahh!"

She'd walked onto the stairs without noticing. She had promptly lost her footing and was now hurtling down them and picking up speed as she did so. She grunted with every bump and scratch as she tried to find purchase along the hand rail. No luck. At the bottom she caught a glimpse of her father's shocked expression as she crashed into a warm body.

She rubbed her forehead. "Sorry dad..." she opened her eyes and looked up.

Uh oh.

It wasn't her dad.

A plump man, dressed in a dark green suit had already pulled himself to his feet. He was currently holding out a giant teddy bear to her to her with warm eyes and humour playing on his lips. She accepted it with a mumbled apology, but only had eyes for her father. He was livid, staring daggers into her and she felt herself shrinking. The pole hanging from her belt loop had pierced her skin and she could feel blood pooling in her waistband, but highly doubted that he cared.

Anna the Clumsy.

"Do you have any idea who that was?!"

Whoever he was, he'd hardly been gone for ten minutes before her father, confident that he wouldn't be doubling back to pick up his bowler hat or watch or something had demanded she wait in the kitchen, his false smile having immediately disappeared. So she had waited for what seemed like forever, listening to her father pacing in the room next door, muttering to himself. Her mother had offered her a biscuit which she'd accepted and begun to nibble, but she hadn't had an appetite and it had tasted like - something tasteless. She hadn't even had the energy to think of an example and she'd simply dropped it onto the table a minute before Agdar had finally marched in. Of course he hadn't even waited to sit down before he'd burst.

"I... I don't know. I guess he was important." She didn't shrug or do anything other than mumble the words across.

"Him? Pah! He was nothing. It's who he represented that was the problem. And you've given him a fabulous reason why he should never bother coming here again!"

Anna the Disaster.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"Sorry?!" The anger showed itself in his strangled chuckle. "No. You, alright? You don't get to feel sorry. Do you know how long it took for me to get this meeting?"

"No."

"Of course you don't! Why would you?! All you care about is - is yourself! What you want! What you think is right! Not once do you ever, ever stop and think about someone other than yourself, or the consequences of your actions!

Anna the Selfish.

"He - he seemed nice..." She hadn't been showing any emotion so far, answering in monotone, eyes facing downward, but now her fear and guilt began to creep into her voice. Her father had noticed.

"Of course he seemed nice! People are always nice to screw-ups like you!" He sneered as Anna finally managed to look at him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother watching the argument, arms held in front of her. Her father wasn't finished as he leaned back and gazed skyward.

"Oh God! I know beggars can't be choosers but," he looked Anna straight in the eye, "could He have given me a shoddier excuse for a spare than you?"

Anna the...

Well...

Anna the Anna.