Anna thinks she might just be sick. Hans is standing next to her, his hand on her waist, watching as Elsa breaks down on the other side of the room. Elsa chokes for a moment; wipes at her eyes.
"Y-you said until death," she sobs, and Anna can feel her own heart breaking. How can Hans be so cavalier? He promised himself to this woman and yet he sought out Anna's company. He came to her months ago.
And coward as she is, all she does is watch as Hans passes Elsa a bag.
"It's my apartment."