There's a little coffee shop down the road from the therapists' office. It's ridiculously overpriced, so Elsa rarely stops there; it means that when she does go, barely two weeks before Christmas, the whole thing feels like an elaborate treat. It's the first one Elsa's given herself in a long time.
She's sitting in the back corner, sipping on a hot chocolate, reading, when something catches her attention. The door opens, bringing a cool breeze with it, and she glances up. Elsa chokes, briefly, as she watches two women enter.
Anna.
Anna and... her date.