Anya started on her travels when the woodcutting-by-sword venture didn’t quite work out. Her father was depressed about her mother dying.
Anya travelled through the equator where the trees grew sideways and a whim took her downwards towards Cape Horn where the sea fell down and looked up.
She got a job sharpening the coastline into fjords to make for better cutting, and she found herself a young man who made bushes fluffy for a living.
They formed a cable-making firm and used these cables (with the assistance of penguins) to tie Antarctica to the lower edges of Africa, and they drove the knife-edge of the continent into the ice. The chipped ice floated up into carefully hollowed-out islands.
Then Anya and her young man went back to Africa and sold ice and they lived happily ever after.