Elsa runs to the bathroom before Hans sees her. Before he and his guest knows she's there. She collapses over the sink, staring into the mirror.
Gaunt cheeks and deep circles. Her blonde hair hangs loosely over a shoulder, and she knows she looks unwell. Her wedding pictures, packed away safely for several months, show a much younger Elsa, vibrant and full of life. Someone content. Someone whom her husband loved.
Her hand goes to her navel as the first sounds appear, and Elsa can't hold back the sobs.
It should be her out there. Not another woman.