[ For the first time in forever, Anna is in unfamiliar surroundings. After their parents' deaths, traveling... hadn't lost its luster, exactly, but the two royal daughters had taken to letting their advisers and tradesmen make the trips to other countries. The gates, of course, kept them within the four walls of the castle and she'd memorized each little inch (and from multiple angles, as some of her time had been spent lying upside-down). Even when she'd left to retrieve her sister after Elsa's coronation, Anna had felt perfectly at home in the mountains surrounding Arendelle, had been impressed with the ice palace, but it had been Elsa's, so it was strangely familiar. Like visiting a vacation home if people made such places out of ice and on top of dangerous mountains. ]

Oof! [ She doesn't recognize her surroundings, no, but it doesn't bother her. In fact, the redhead seems perfectly at ease, save for the fact that her shoes are not surviving well in the thick sands of the beach. Wrinkling her nose, the princess gathers herself up and yanks, successfully removing one foot from the clutches of the shifting grains.

Now, the other! It's a nice dream, one especially vivid and exciting and all, but still frustrating. Why couldn't she have gone on her slumbering adventure with some good shoes fit for exploring? ]

Unless it isn't a dream. [ Anna looks up suddenly, blinking, mid-trying to remove herself entirely from the beach and its clutches. ] What if it's real? What if-- Ooh. Hey! If I've been kidnapped, then I'd really appreciate some information, because I will absolutely not allow for this, and... I will get you. Really. As soon as I, um... figure this out, you'll be sorry that you ever did whatever it is you've done.