The drive home is silent. Elsa's clutching a folder – printouts of the ultrasound, plus a DVD. There's some brochures and information packs, too.
They're about ten minutes from home when Elsa sits up straight and gives a cough. "Could- could we do something?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Anna would never say no, because the tentativeness of Elsa's words stings a little, even though she knows it shouldn't. It's barely been a month. They have a working relationship only – none of this 'friendship' crap.
Their situation... they couldn't be friends. Not really...