Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Whaaaaaaaat was happening, oh god, oh spirits, oh geez - it was the scariest thing that Anna had ever seen, and if she hadn't already been in Marrowood for months and thus sort of acclimated to the oddness and how everything dripped with shades of terrifying, she'd have wet her pants. Actually, she almost still did, her ivory complexion draining of any color at all - becoming more pallid and chalky; she was certain that she wouldn't forget the possessed dolls anytime soon.
"When we get further down we can just leave and never come back," she said, distinctly avoiding the walls, hugging herself as they walked through the bloodstained maze. Oh, it was freezing - Elsa's cold immunity would be handy right now, but poor non-magical Anna, the spare to the heir, was just a shivering useless mess. Like always.
Her head throbbed with a dull ache too. "I told Isaac where I was going, but not Elsa. What about you?"