[ Kristoff hears her panicking and feels her start to pace, but he doesn't look back, instead continuing to study the ground beneath them. His forehead is creased as he tries to figure out how fall and the chances of surviving.
He takes a breath. ] Forty feet. Give or take. If you hit something soft, it shouldn't be... so bad.
[ There's nothing soft down there, though. He can see that Anna's hand has become completely turned and he's sure it goes farther up her arm than she wants to admit. He's sure if they try to find another exit, they'll just end up in deeper trouble.
So Kristoff does the only thing he can think to. He goes to pick Anna up in his arms, holding her close to his chest before he pushes himself out backwards from the door. He knows that landing on his back won't end up being the best outcome for him, but at least he would protect her in the fall.
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He takes a breath. ] Forty feet. Give or take. If you hit something soft, it shouldn't be... so bad.
[ There's nothing soft down there, though. He can see that Anna's hand has become completely turned and he's sure it goes farther up her arm than she wants to admit. He's sure if they try to find another exit, they'll just end up in deeper trouble.
So Kristoff does the only thing he can think to. He goes to pick Anna up in his arms, holding her close to his chest before he pushes himself out backwards from the door. He knows that landing on his back won't end up being the best outcome for him, but at least he would protect her in the fall.
That's fine, right??? ]