According to the internet, her baby is probably about the size of a tadpole, with a little tail and everything.
Elsa makes an appointment for the end of the week, and debates asking Anna if she'd come.
Because this is it. The proof that she actually is pregnant. It's something she'd always wanted to do with her husband, but that's not happening.
She doesn't want to do alone, but neither does she want Anna there with her. That's too personal.
She doesn't know what she wants. She wants support.
She needs a friend.