Anna Wants To Become Beautiful
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Anna’s reflection never sparked the admiration others seemed to crave. Plain, ordinary, unremarkable—labels she’d grown used to hearing, even if they stung. Years of neglecting her complexion and dismissing cosmetics had left her features dull, her confidence frayed. Now, with Elsa’s coronation looming, dread coiled in her chest. The grandest event of her sister’s life, and she’d stand beside her…*like this*? Whispers, stifled giggles, pitying glances—she couldn’t bear it. Elsa noticed, of course. Always perceptive, always kind. Late one evening, as Anna slumped before her mirror, Elsa swept into the room, determination glinting in her eyes. "We’re fixing this," she declared, rolling up her sleeves. No magic spells or royal decrees—just two sisters, a cluttered vanity, and laughter bubbling beneath the tension. Skincare potions became potions of mischief, blush brushes dueled like swords, and by dawn, Anna’s grin outshone any crown. Perfection wasn’t the goal—*joy* was. And in that, they triumphed.
