"Everything was perfect," she finally says in a small voice, about two minutes before the end of their session. It's not sad. Just... defeated. "It was wonderful and perfect and now everything's... different. I don't want it to be. I want..." She trails off and doesn't finish. The therapist leans forward a fraction.
"What do you want, Elsa?"
Elsa smiles a wet, broken smile. "I want to go back in time. Make it so this never happened. But that's impossible."
The therapist nods. "It is. So what are you going to do about it now?"