It's long after Elsa has left, and Anna does nothing but regret. Hans is fast asleep, snoring on flower bedsheets. It's after midnight by now, and a chill has settled in the air.
Anna's thrown up thrice. Hans didn't notice.
She's rifling through the medicine cabinet, looking for ibuprofen, when she sees them. The little containers. Fluvoxamine and escitalopram.
Her eyes align on the pregnancy test and a coldness settles on her skin.
Hans' first words to her when she shows him the test are, "Fuck no, I'm not having a kid with you."