The ultrasound technician is gentle as they apply the gel to Elsa's stomach. She's only slightly hesitant about having Anna here, but she's damned if she's doing this alone.
Anna stands in the corner of the room, her eyes transfixed on Elsa's abdomen. The sound of a heartbeat fills the chamber, grey blobs moving on-screen, and Elsa chokes back a small gasp. Her baby. The tech presses another key to still the image.
"Elsa..." Anna's voice rings out, eyes tearing, "is that...?"
The tech nods, smiling. "It is."
And Elsa can barely breathe.