Anna and Ariel, Gingers to the Death
Ariel wasn't used to being locked anywhere. If she wanted an encased sheltered life, she would have stayed back home under the protection of the sea, not swimming off elsewhere like her father had warned her not to. She was very much used to her freedom, liked it just the way it was, and maybe a day or two wouldn't have been the worst thing in here. Despite the hungry baby dolls and other creepy things.
But passing days felt more like passing weeks now, and she had crossed the line of testy to outright angry.
"Are you sure? I know you're tired t--" And there it was, that god awful crying. So intense and sharp, that all the decorative mirrors in the corridors cracked and shattered into a million glass shards that rain down on the floor. Ariel used to cover her ears, but now she just winced and looked really annoyed. "Would you shut up? No one cares that you're crying, you know!"
Oh, sure, just talk back to the angry spirit thing, that's going to help, Ariel.