Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Ow, ow, ow! Pretty far from a smooth ride. There was poking and sharpness and holes being town in Anna's sweater. Pink scratches all on her arms, some on her sides, maybe even something that punctured skin - but they were going too fast for her to really worry about it. She squinched her eyes shut and hoped for the best; it was really all she could do, until they came to the end of the chute and bang - went right through the door, which gave way easily since the two of them combined were heavier than a bag of laundry. For the most part.
It was dark, and Anna couldn't see where they landed. However, her rear end wasn't bruised - naturally, the two of them landing together meant there was lots of oopmh and flailing, the Princess of Arendelle rolling over and attempting to assess her surroundings. Where were they?
"We're on the first floor, right?" she asked, hands tentatively feeling around her. This didn't feel like the cold, hard ground. What the heck had they landed on? "Um...please tell me you still have the light."