After having rummaged through every closet and drawer in the apartment, Rapunzel finally threw her hands up and grumped half-heartedly. "Elsa, help!"
Several alarming thuds came from upstairs, followed by a hamper full of clean laundry tumbling down the stairs. Elsa, still in her sleep pajamas and with hair an unkempt mess, followed. "What? What's the emergency, Rapunzel?"
Rapunzel gestured between several piles of arts and crafts goods around the living room, and kept right on pouting. "I think Anna ate my glitter again."
Across the hall, Anna cracked open her music-nook door and bellowed self consciously. "I didn't eat your glitter, Punzie! That only happened that one time and my guts still aren't right from it!"
Yanking out the scrunchie from her messy up-do, Elsa chuckled sleepily and patted Rapunzel's head. "Okay. I guess that means we've got a trip to Michael's today, huh?"
Rapunzel preened and leaned into the touch. "You're the best, nerdface."
A moment later, Rapunzel squealed when Anna snuck up behind her and blew a messy raspberry back against the back of her neck.
"I'll show you a glitter-eater, P!"