The drive home is silent. Elsa doesn't have a car, and this is only the second time she's been in Anna's. The movie was good, but neither really think about that.
Anna wants to break the silence because she wants to get to know this girl. Sneaking a glance at Elsa, the poor woman is tense as a mouse, her hands clenched on her lap.
She's not showing yet.
Anna bites her lip and wonders if Elsa only agreed to coming because she felt she must.
"That was fun," she tries.
And Elsa nods... and smiles.