To be quite frank, Anna's presence here is mostly one of bewilderment. Her conditioning is screaming at her to resist, to do something that won't result in positives for the rebellion—but the problem with that is, she has no idea whether or not it matters. Whether or not the things her brain is screaming at her is true.

Her gun slung over her back, the princess looks fearfully side to side, and sees one of her former District-mates holding out his hand. Technically, she was his Mentor, before the war started, but that doesn't matter much now. She takes a deep, shaky breath.

"Okay."

Okay. This is it. If she takes Roland's hand, she can never go home. Never see Arendelle again. Never be the person she used to be, either.

She exhales, and clasps her tiny hand around Roland's beef-jerky hand. Her other hand reaches out for the next person. She's doing this.