Figures. Doesn't take much thinking to pull off these kinds of things around here!

[As if she's trying to make a point, small wisps of black smoke begin to swirl up from the ground like little snakes poking their heads out from the cracks. One of them extends to tap Anna on the nose - it's a little cold to the touch but harmless.]

Can you wiggle your way out or do I gotta save this damsel?