To Anna, Elsa still looks small, despite her swelling stomach. She's swathed in a bath robe that swishes about her ankles, looking... motherly... in both appearance and spirit.
To Elsa, Anna still looks exhausted, despite the grin that appears when she steps through the door.
"Hey," she greets warmly.
Elsa's reply is just as soft, and with only a lip-bite to show her trepidation, she leads Anna to the living room. She leaves to get some tea and biscuits.
Anna's left alone, and all she can think is foul memories of last time she was here.