She can feel them, both of them. One in front of her, smiling, and the other one at her back. He's warm – they both are – and Anna just wants to soak it up. She deserves a little happiness.
She takes another draw of the joint, sighing pleasantly as the chemical fills her lungs. She has another urge to giggle, so she does. Her drink is empty, and she looks up – maybe there's a cooler nearby.
Her eyes meet Elsa, standing prone in the middle of the lawn; suddenly, the good feeling in her head and her stomach vanishes.