[ Now, Anna has been through a lot of scary things the past few years. A lot of good things too! Mostly good, actually, but also many, many scary things. She's not unfamiliar with fear, but that fear has always been very intense, very sudden, and over quickly. This ... isn't. This is a creeping kind of fear, an unease that settled over time and steadily growing as she realises there's no way out of this dollhouse. That, and she swears she's not alone in here, and she's been trying to work out who or what her company is.
She's found herself a candle holder that will serve fine enough as a weapon, and has made her way to the living room when Kristoff knocks over one of the dolls. She starts, heart leaping into her throat as she barely manages to suppress a yelp into something closer to a whimper, then raises the candle holder above her head as she steps slowly towards the doorway. Is that ... a person talking? Wait. Doesn't she recognise that voice?
Even so, she doesn't trust it, and she has the candle holder raised above her head as she peeks around the door frame--
And drops it on the floor with a thud as relief washes over her. ]
Dollhouse
She's found herself a candle holder that will serve fine enough as a weapon, and has made her way to the living room when Kristoff knocks over one of the dolls. She starts, heart leaping into her throat as she barely manages to suppress a yelp into something closer to a whimper, then raises the candle holder above her head as she steps slowly towards the doorway. Is that ... a person talking? Wait. Doesn't she recognise that voice?
Even so, she doesn't trust it, and she has the candle holder raised above her head as she peeks around the door frame--
And drops it on the floor with a thud as relief washes over her. ]
Kristoff!