ANNA:
I love coming to the forest, the smell of wild pine, the wet grass, the silence of the surroundings, you can only hear the wind and the birds singing at times, the little animals moving inside their burrows or getting their food, I would like to live in a little hut in the middle of this place like in fairy tales. I'd probably be branded a witch or a misfit, who cares, as long as I'm happy.
Climbing up those rocks is not going to be easy, Sigrid is a bit crazy if she thinks we'll get to the top before dawn, we can't make a false step or we'll break a leg, or worse, break our heads and die. Besides, I think we are both rather overdone; it would be better to go up on all fours or give the matter up.
-Come on, hurry up, the moon is about to disappear, I want us both to howl in time
