"Sorry, Darl. Gon' hafta ask ye ta leave 'less ye buyin' somethin'."
Elsa glances up at the waitress. Old and grey, chewing gum and smelling like a pack of cigarettes, Elsa's only reminded of her situation.
She pulls her bag over – the single bag Hans gave, filled with a few clothes, her computer, and the papers she was supposed to mark – and rifles through for her wallet.
Her actions become desperate when she can't find it.
No, no, no...
"I'll get it. Two hot chocolates."
Elsa's breath catches as a girl sits across from her.
Anna.