I was wondering how Elsa could have possibly got a cold, so I figured this is probably why. Also I would have imagined there are some epic songs as all these are going on but am no expert in that so here's the story instead.
Two hours ago…
Sound of loud snoring could be heard as a lady in blue walked into the room where a man and a reindeer is sleeping soundly like a rock. The man is dreaming, and so did the reindeer. How do you know? You can tell because the reindeer is licking the man's finger while the man is mumbling stuff like, "ooo, yeah…" and smooching the reindeer's forehead, causing the lady to giggle before she started to poke at them both to wake them up, "Wake up Kristoff… it's time to get the things ready…"
At first the man wave her hand off and wanted to keep sleeping, wiggling and tossing around in the bed. If you were there you would be wondering how the hell this bed manage to hold up a man and his reindeer in it and not cave in, "Ready… I'm always ready…" and he was about to smooch Sven on the lips when another voice cuts in asking, "Why is he trying to smooch the reindeer?" and that was when he opened one eye to realize what he was doing and goes pulling himself away from Sven and ended up falling off the edge of the bed.
On the floor Elsa's face came into his view, and so did Olaf's, "Haha… Good morning, Your Majesty… Olaf…" Kristoff would go before he quickly got up and pulled Sven by the tail off the bed before they hurry off to join everyone for the big day's preparations. In the courtyard the servants were already starting to shift and roll the tables out as quietly as they could to set up the place, not that they even need to, nothing wakes the birthday girl up.
"Two more tables over there, these flowers need some water, oh my god is that a stain on the table cloth?!", goes Elsa as she inspects the layout, giving out instructions and the servants hurriedly tried to fulfill all the demands. Elsa is nervous, very nervous. Anna has missed out so much. Well, they both missed out so much, and lost a lot more. Most importantly Elsa's been feeling guilty for neglecting Anna and avoiding her all these years. The same sister who protected her with her life. Well no more, she told herself as she started to smooth out the non existence crease on the fresh new table cloth set upon the table. Everything must be perfect.
"Could you relax, your Majesty? It's just a tiny speck." Kristoff would comment as he watch her for second still trying to flat out the invisible crease. He would then start to set up the lighting for later when the sun sets before blowing his lungs out with all the balloons. Sven tried to help but he's not very good at keeping the balloon full so he ended up as a balloon holder until Kristoff transferred them to the places that needs them as the decorations.
Elsa would not listen to Kristoff, still having the jitters even though they started all the major preparations since yesterday. Buying all those presents secretly and setting them up, making sure song choir is ready for the song, baking the ice cream cake and most importantly making sure Anna didn't know they been doing all that the whole time. It wasn't an easy feat, especially since Olaf kept slipping it out, well, almost.
Finally when almost everything is ready Elsa would straighten up saying, "Now all we need is for the chef to push out the ice cream cake and place it here… and you and Sven take a shower." The word shower did caught Kristoff and Sven's attention, for a moment they just froze right there, looking at Elsa's back as if she's a lunatic. By the time Elsa turn around both of the boys are already missing, abandoning the ladder and the papers and paint upon the floor, leaving nothing but their dust trails which Elsa narrows her eyes at before she make a gestural pushing her sleeves up to her elbow, "Must I do everything?" and off she went to chase after the boys.
Still pondering between if I should just end this chapter here or continue with the process of how Elsa gave the boys a shower, so I'll leave it to you guys to tell me.
