Elsa's officially in her third trimester. The babies are happy, which makes her happy, and they spend about ten minutes cooing at the ultrasound monitor because now they actually look like real babies, not just blobs.
Anna keeps that thought to herself.
Actually, she's completely not listening, so when the ultrasound tech says something and Elsa looks at her, she's got no idea what's going on. "What?"
"Elsa says you're in healthcare," the tech says. "Do you know any midwives that would be able to help?"
She doesn't, but she can always ask around.