It was weird. It was intense. It was awesome.
It was weird. It was intense. It was awesome. Let’s reminisce, shall we?
ANNA GIVING BIRTH. A succinct and honest account.
There’s Anna, unfrozen.
There’s Kristoff, like a well-dressed lumberjack.
There’s the baby that I haven’t yet helped deliver, which is confusing.
OH, LOOK! A MONTAGE!
Look at their happy story. Girl has plaits and a sister who freezes stuff. Boy has blonde hair. Boy and girl’s silhouettes get married under an arch. Girl magically becomes pregnant (maybe I missed the ‘ANNA GETS IMPREGNATED’ app).
GAHHH. Anna is on an operating table. I’m not sure if I’m prepared for this.
The app is conveniently pointing at a blue cartoon Foetus ECG Monitor.
Pffft. Midwifery is easy.
Okay, now it’s telling me to wave the ECG back and forth over her belly until the red heart fills up with blue.
Just like a Doctor would do.
Boom. Baby heart beat. Tick.
Oh my… The arrow is pointing at a syringe, and has drawn a cross on Anna’s vein.
I have a horrible feeling about this.
I’m expected to drug up the princess? Alright.
There. SHIT. SHE’S DEAD. ANNA IS DEAD.
No, wait. I think I just knocked her out.
Phew. What’s next, sadists? Oh, they want me to put this magical orb on her stomach.
The magical orb seems to have frozen her stomach. Shit.
Anna, of all people, you should have known of the dangers of freezing shit.
She’s still alive. I think. The baby, I’m not so sure about.
Oh my holy fuck. Are they actually pointing to a scalpel?
You want… You want me to…
Stab the Disney princess?
You just want me to make a purple incision on her abdomen. Cool.