Anna's trying. She really is. She's on a nice date with a nice girl. They have plenty in common, and they spend hours walking around a park chatting before they find solace in a warm coffee shop.
Her date, a girl called Emily, offers to buy her coffee, and it's such a nice gesture that Anna can't stop smiling.
And then a blonde woman brushes past, and her heart stutters because she is so familiar, smells so familiar that it isn't fair. It's not fair.
She isn't looking forward to facing Elsa tonight.