night four - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Anna
When: The fourth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of a baying hound barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but it's hot on your trail. ]

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[foxhunts]

[ The hound doesn't falter at all by comparison, and by the time it catches up with her, it leaps and lunges. Some of its paws probably land painfully on top of her, though this is also dwarfed in comparison to powerful jaws clamping down on her neck. ]

1/2

[rebelliousstreak]

[The weight of the hound on top of her body forces the air from her lungs, silencing any screams Anna might of had at being caught. For a moment she's paralyzed with fear, until the realization that the hound has her by the neck strikes her and she realizes that if she doesn't even try to do something she'll die.

She balls up her fist and starts wailing on the side of it's head as it clamps down-- please let go. please let go-- let go let go!

She has to get home and find Elsa! If she can't then... then--]

2/2

[rebelliousstreak]

[Anna had once heard something about how life flashes before you when you're about to die. She believed her parent's lives must have comforted them before they were swallowed up by the sea. Happy memories of ruling a wonderful kingdom and raising their two daughters who loved them so much... but Anna has so few memories of happiness... Meeting Hans and... Kristoff and finding Olaf all flash by so quickly and--]

... do you wanna build a snow man?

[The last time she saw Elsa flashes back and she's chasing after her again. She's not fast enough to catch up and when she hits the frozen fjord she's unable to cross it. Another barrier. Another door. Elsa... Elsa...]

Elsa...

[She's always been knocking her fist against doors to no avail... Finally Anna's arm goes limp and the punching stops.]