She pauses a moment, picking up a white frame. The two siblings smile from the photograph, and Anna can't help but think that Elsa's is more radiant. They're not all that young, either – perhaps the same as Anna's own tender twenty-two. She knows Hans is almost thirty. Elsa must be a few years younger.
"Your sister is beautiful," she calls out, putting the photograph down.
Hans answers in a grunt, following with a, "She was, once." Anna puts the photograph down and continues to the bathroom. She wonders what changed as she opens the door.