The apartment is dark, though that's not what has Elsa's breath catching. The stark white walls leer down at her as she peers through the gloom; the light filtering in from the city is not quite bright enough for details.
Elsa knows she isn't seen, and though it's a recurring trend with Hans, this is the first time she's glad for it.
She recalls, faintly, having changed the sheets that afternoon. The soft, clean Japanese orchid set now adorns their bed – a wedding present they'd consummated on.
Now, he is hovering over another girl.