Well, now she can have it all!
|Love the toenail polish|
Yes, for the first time in forever, your little princess can be the attending neurosurgeon on call at Arendelle Regional (the area's only Trauma One center), when the queen presents with a hemiparesis after a skiing accident. She has an evolving epidural hematoma, and only YOU can save her!
Of course, neurosurgery isn't all brains (in fact, I've known a few neurosurgeons that may not have one at all). You could also be the pediatric spine specialist working when the royal family presents to discuss their young daughter's scoliosis.
|I'm not making this up. Google it yourself.|
Oh, wait, now the anesthesiologist came in, so we can proceed. Who needs to intubate when you've got a binkie?
|"A few Harrington rods and we'll have the spine frozen in place. Get it? Frozen?"|
Of course, maybe brains and backs aren't your thing. Perhaps you prefer to work at the opposite end of the body. Well, there's a game for that, too:
|"He does look a lot like Kristoff, Anna, but I swear it's just a coincidence."|
Isn't that just wonderful? I mean, if you're sick of this shitty winter weather, here's your chance for payback with a big honking episiotomy. And with Elsa, you don't have to worry about warming the speculum. She's probably colder than it is, and it's not like the cold ever bothered her... Anyway.
Of course, the fun is only beginning with these skanky games. What else can give your little princess a healthy idea for a female role model than seeing a heavily-pregnant member of Arendelle's royalty doing housework?
|"Hey, babe, can you get me a beer while you're up? Oh, and Sven shit in the hall, when you get a chance."|
Apparently the pregnant midriff look is what's hot in Arendelle these days (probably the only thing that is). I'm pretty sure none of these sites are officially endorsed by Disney. And that one definitely isn't sanctioned by Kate, Duchess of Cambridge, either.
Of course, there's always the chance that Elsa will get sick of vacuuming and deck the cad (Prince Hans, I bet) who did this to her. One good punch and he's headed back to the Southern Isles. Let's just hope she doesn't hit him too hard or else...
|"Hey! What the fuck is Dora doing in the picture?"|
It may be expected that you kiss the Queen's hand when meeting her... But I'd have to decline. Looking at those sores, I don't know where it's been. For that matter, I don't want to know, either. Especially if it's reindeer Brucellosis.
No matter what happens, Elsa is likely going to need time to get back to normal. Which brings us too...
|"Wait. Why the hell is there a paintbrush in here? Some horrible crafting accident?"|
And, I think it's about time to... let it go.
Thank you, Craig, for bringing these horrifying games to my attention.