Elsa's thirty-two weeks and two days pregnant.
She looks huge.
Not fat, Anna thinks as she drives them towards the clinic. Whole. Elsa seems to be loving being pregnant, except for the god-awful back pain she keeps complaining about. Anna has to help her out of the car. And then help her into the building.
What kind of moron puts stairs out front of an OB/GYN clinic?
Upon entering, Elsa begins waddling towards the bathrooms as Anna signs them in.
"How nice of you to bring your sister," the receptionist says.
Anna just looks at her.