While Anna's off galavanting, or whatever, Elsa's preparing for the babies. The nursery is all set up - she needs to get a car seat, but that's dependent on Anna actually letting her install it. She finds a photo of the two of them from Thanksgiving (thank god for Facebook) and gets it printed out and put up in the bedroom.
A reminder of nicer times.
Idly, her finger trails over Anna's smiling face. She doesn't look so young in that photograph. It's not a bad thing, just an observation.
Elsa wonders when it changed.