Elsa doesn't glance up as the door opens. She doesn't want to face Hans – but, when a choked gasp echoes in the small space, she can't help but look up because it's definitely not her husband's timbre.
A girl, barely out of teens, stands at the door, a hand over her mouth and eyes filling.
Sister...
She didn't know. He lied, to the both of them, and Elsa thinks she might be sick at the evidence of his transgressions as it leaks to the floor.
To have and to hold, until death.
Apparently not.