Anna needs to potty.

As Anna waited patiently for her turn, Elsa holding all of her attention to the other baby, she suddenly felt a pressure at the bottom of her stomach. Anna knew what it was but she tried to ignore it. The pressure built second by second, faster than it should have, as she tried to fight it off, unable to do anything about it locked in her high chair.

"U-um, Elsa?"

"Only a minute baby girl. I'm almost done."

"N-no, I gotta--" as Anna leaded forward, hoping it would relieve the cramping sensation.