“Lisa, Lisa wake up. Lisa.”
I rolled over in my bed, still mostly asleep.
“Lisa, wake up.”
I shifted in the bed again, slowly becoming more conscious of my surroundings.
“Lisa.”
My eyes fluttered open. Elsa was standing next to my bed.
“Lisa,” she said again.
I closed my eyes and let out a groan. I heard Elsa laugh and pat me on the back.
“You’re harder to wake up than Anna!” she remarked.
“What time is it?” I groaned.
“It’s nearly eleven,” Elsa giggled. “Get up, you’re going to miss breakfast.”
“Five more minutes!” I whined, burying my head into the pillows.
“Get up silly!” Elsa said.
She ripped the covers off of me. Burr, it was cold! I looked up.
“Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”
Seeing that it would be impossible to go back to bed I sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I realized that I would still be asleep at home. It was only six a.m. there! Jet lag officially sucks.
I stood up and walked over to brush my hair. As I finished the braid, Anna walked into the room.
“Morning,” she yawned.
“Good morning,” I replied as I turned around.
What I saw I couldn’t beleive. Anna’s hair was a mess. It stood up in so many directions. It reminded me of Frankenstein's bride.
“Anna, your hair!”
“What about it?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer this question nicely. “It’s um.. It needs a brush, here, you can use mine.”
“You’re worse than Elsa,” she said taking the brush.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take here long to brush in back. She grabbed a hair elastic and tied it into a ponytail.
“Let’s go eat,” she said turning back to me.
I followed her down the spiral staircase and into the dining hall. Elsa was already there. She had already helped herself to some ham, a bagel, and a bowl of yogurt. She also had a cup of tea next to her plate.
Two servants rushed into the room and slid out a chair for Anna and me. I took a seat and a green napkin was placed on my lap. The servants then slid my chair back in so I could reach the table.
“Your highness, may I get you something to drink?” the servant asked.
“Um, I’ll just get a glass of orange juice,” I said.
I really wasn’t used to this fancy kind of service.
“I’ll get that right out for you, your royal highness,” the servant replied. He then bowed to me and rushed back into the kitchen.
“So you’ve finally arrived,” Elsa observed.
Anna laughed. “Elsa, nothing’s fun when you’re on time!”
The servants soon rushed back into the dining hall with a tray full of food and drinks.
“Your highness,” the same servant greeted me, “your orange juice.”
He said “orange juice” so formally, I almost giggled.
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The Lost Princess
FanfictionAfter 13 years Lisa is reunited with her family, but this isn't just any family, it's the royal family of the kingdom of Arendelle. Now she must learn a new language, wear fancy gowns, and become perfect in every way. At least she has two sisters...
