Team Anna!
Ariel knew better now and knew exactly what frying pans were used for - and they certainly weren't used to fight off demons, but she was also the mermaid that had a knack for picking up a mundane item and somehow converting it into a useful weapon. So, yes, she actually had to commend Anna for her choice in kitchen ware for demon-smashing; it'd hurt to get hit in the face with it, and that was the point.
Though instead of something random, she was actually armed with a sword wit a hilt fitting perfectly in her small hand. She wasn't an expert on swordsmanship herself, but Hook had been teaching her a few things, and Ariel was confident that as long as she had a weapon for sufficient damage, then that was all she was going to need. Not like they had much choice anymore, and she wasn't about to abandon her ginger-haired girlfriend to fend these things off without her.
"We got these things, Anna," Ariel reminded, softly smirking at her enthusiasm. "You...point your glowy hand to the cloud, and we won't let them touch you!"
That was a promise. Gingers who died together still fought together.