Anna squeals in delight. “That’s an awesome idea. The water is perfect at this time of year. I hope you brought your swimming trunks.” She dashes back into the palace, and you can practically hear her run up the stairs and into her room to scrummage for her swimsuit. She rushes back out, and together you deliberate on whether to go to the fjord waters next to the woodlands beyond the castle, or by the residential piers along the far end of the kingdom’s docks. “Where do you suggest?” she asks you curiously.