Strange as it seems, they lose track of time. When the three-month mark hits, Elsa knows she's grown. They'd bought new clothes when required, but at this point, barely any actually fit – including her bras.
She steps into the living room, where Anna is watching something on her computer, and coughs awkwardly.
She barely fits her pants, and her boobs are practically falling out of her bra. She blushes when Anna's eyes catch on her chest to linger on the slight protrusion of her belly.
"C-can you take me to the store?"
Slowly, Anna nods.