"Anna, wait! If you'll just forgive me, I promise I'll-"
"No, Hans. You nearly had me killed TWICE! I'm not forgiving you, so you're just going to have to sit there and TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!"
"Please stop kicking me in the- AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
"Now, for a bit more variety. Olaf! Fetch me the pear of anguish"
"Oh, heavens, no! Anything but that! Nooooooo..."
Princess Anna lay in bed, wrapped up in the most wonderful dream she had ever had in a long time. She knew it would eventually all be over, having felt the morning sun rising.
"Boy, that sky sure is awake, eh Anna?", cooed a familiar voice. Anna snapped back to reality and opened her eyes slowly. Elsa was leaning over her, an almost mischievous smile on her face. "Good morning!"
"Elsa, why'd you have to wake me from my dreaming?", Anna slurred, halfway through yawning.
"What were you dreaming about?", queried Elsa.
"Oh, I dunno", sighed Anna. "Something about me in a dungeon, and Hans was locked up in there".
"Right", mumbled Elsa, unwilling to hear any further details.
"...and I remember I spent what felt like a whole hour endlessly kicking him in the-"
"Anna!", snapped Elsa, before awkwardly returning back to her calm demeanour. "I'm sure it was very pleasant for you, but let's just try and focus on getting ready here".
"What for?"
"For the anniversary of my coronation, silly!"
"Has it really been that long?", yawned Anna, hardly invested in the conversation.
"Well, yes. Come on, you need to be there when I put in an appearance", said Elsa, leaving the room, contemptibly ignoring Anna's still-drooped eyelids and comically-untidy hair.
"Will do!", mumbled Anna before immediately collapsing back into a deep sleep.
A quick peek back into the room was enough to make Elsa roll her eyes with cheerful contempt, her sister having still failed to grasp a basic sleep cycle. Closing the door, she walked to the room next door and quietly whispered, "Olaf! It's happening again!"
A certain short, stumpy snowman with a prominent overbite waddled out of the doorway. "ELSA!", chirped Olaf with a near lack of indoor voice, "You'll never believe this dream I've just had! You see, that guy Hans was-"
"Olaf, ssshh! Anna's sleeping"
"Oh, right. Soooo...what do you want me here for?"
"Well, that's kind of the problem. See, I need her up for the ceremony today, and I'm kind of occupied right now, so could you think of something?"
"Ohhhh, I get it! I'll see what I can do!", whispered Olaf, sneaking towards Anna's door.
"Oh, and Olaf?"
"Yeeeeeeesssss?"
"Just...try not to overdo it, this time?"
"I'll...try..."
Wandering into Anna's room with his snowy footsteps barely audible to even the most wide-awake person, Olaf walked over to the window, gently pushed it open and whispered, "Hey, Sven! I've got a job for you!"
Walking past the feast the cooks had prepared for the occasion, Elsa was rather surprised that Anna would still be this nocturnal about the occasion. There was, after all, more chocolate on display than any one of the cooks knew what to do with, on Anna's request, no less. Looking over to her right, Elsa caught a glimpse of a tall, well-built, white-haired man dragging a gigantic ice sculpture into the room. It was Kristoff, the royally-appointed ice deliveryman, putting on a spectacularly-extravagant variation on what he was known to do best. But one thought suddenly struck Elsa as she gazed up at the chunk of ice shaped and sized like a swan.
"Where on earth is Sven?", Elsa thought out loud, mere moments before suddenly realising that was a terrible way for even a royal to greet someone working under them.
"I'm not entirely sure", grunted Kristoff, clearly too wrapped up in dragging the sculpture near the banquet table to notice Elsa's unintentionally-uncouth introduction. "He wasn't around when I woke up, so I thought I'd just introduce this guy to you personally", he said, gesturing towards the swan.
"It looks...", Elsa began, pausing momentarily as she noticed the swan's beak seemed slightly further down its neck than one would expect. "...interesting!", she finally finished. "But why go to all that trouble?"
"Well...", started Kristoff, helping three other chefs hoist the sculpture onto the pedestal it was intended for, "Creating ice sculptures with your powers is fine and all, but I just felt it'd be a bit more special if I had a go at carving one out myself just to give it that extra-rewarding touch".
"Ah, I...", Elsa started again, this time distracted by how the swan's wings made the statue tilt slightly at a subtly comical angle. "...think I understand."
"It's the least I could do", sighed Kristoff, clearly out of breath. "I just wish Sven could help take most of the load off. Where's Anna, by the way? I thought she'd be down by now."
"You'd be surprised", chuckled Elsa, walking Kristoff down a nearby corridor. "Trust me, this isn't the first time something like this has happened".
"You serious? What does she even get up to that makes herself this tired?"
"Honestly, I think she's just forgetful of when these big events are coming up, so she just treats every night like it's any other night before any other day."
Elsa sat down with Kristoff on a stone bench in a quieter part of the palace garden.
"I get that, I get that", said Kristoff, stretching his legs, "But the first anniversary of your coronation? You'd think she'd actually care about that!"
"It's fine", Elsa said cheerfully, "She'll be up eventually. I've had Olaf take care of it."
"Wait, Olaf?" said Kristoff in a worried tone. "After what happened last time you-"
"I know, I know, Olaf's way with song lyrics aren't what I'd call...couth, but I'm sure he's learned his lesson, and Anna will be up and about before you can say-"
"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!", came a shrill shriek from a window above. "Dear God, it's EVERYWHERE!"
There was a momentary awkward pause.
"Heh", smirked Elsa, desperately trying to find the humour in the situation, "I guess she's finally up!"