Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
It was difficult to cause a dip in Princess Anna's spirits, a drop in her golden, sunshine demeanor, but lately she'd been feeling sort of...off. Probably because of all the squabbling her and Elsa had been doing, starting when she came over for dinner and it turned sour when Anna got up from the table and locked herself in her room, in a twist of sisterly antics. Usually it was the opposite, Elsa locking herself away and Anna had to be the one to coax her out. It was probably the first time in her whole life that she was genuinely angry at her sister. And she didn't like it.
Now, she was probably more sad than mad, however. She wanted to throw all her efforts into making somewhat of a nice winter wonderland festival (Holly 'Oh No, It's Not Quite Jolly,' see, Loki always came up with such good names - and she liked Loki, it was just that now he knew that the ginger-haired one had some fire to her). Party planning made for a good distraction, and she had Ariel to help her.
Scouring the hotel for extra decorations or lights seemed like a good idea, since Anna was the DIY Queen (her biggest achievement thus far was making an impressive wreath from coffee filters). She'd already gone to all the shops in the square and gotten what she needed, but people took things from the hotel rooms all the time - they wouldn't miss pillowcases, a tablecloth, or bits and bobs here and there to turn into handmade ornaments, would they? She was just borrowing things, anyway.
Except when they got to the third floor, and Anna's grip tightened the front of her satchel, which she carried over her waist similar to the way her mermaid friend did. "It smells awful up here," she wrinkled her nose, and the shiver rippled through her before she could even stop it. That kind of 'nothing good can come from this, you will never get warm again' type of cold.