Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Imagining Anna as a pirate princess was an image to behold, and Ariel couldn't help but let out an honest-to-god giggle, despite their doom and gloom circumstances. "We can pretend to be pirates at the bar - it'll be our celebration of getting out of here."
It was a nice thought, but something twisted and turned in Ariel's gut; something told her that it would never be that easy. A horrible thing to think right now, but the place could make even the cheeriest a bit jaded. She'd keep her pep, her head up high, nails ready to be used as claws at any given moment.
The Sleepy Hollow couldn't keep them forever.
Ariel let go of the edge, held onto Anna, and woosh! The ride down wouldn't be as smooth as they had hoped, either - the chute was riddled random, jagged points sticking out here and there, cutting through clothes and catching skin.