The party's on the final Friday of the holidays. Anna's managed to get the weekend off, so she and Elsa could technically stay out all night. They're not, obviously, but they could.
The bar is a little more active than they expected; music's a little louder, atmosphere a little thicker.
It makes Elsa feel old. She's only twenty-seven, but that's seven years older than Anna. The girl looks so young, even beneath yellowed halogen bulbs.
She's too young to deal with this shit. She should be out having fun. Not... not babysitting.