[On one hand, thorns are bad. On the other hand, Anna is more annoyed than scared, so her vines just tighten around her legs instead of sprouting pointy things of pain.
She stops struggling with them when she hears a voice. A voice she knows. She looks up and gasps.]
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She stops struggling with them when she hears a voice. A voice she knows. She looks up and gasps.]
Elsa!