"See this round thing here?" she asks, "This is your baby's head."
Elsa claps a hand to her mouth, and her eyes fill with tears and some indescribable emotion. Anna wants to hug her.
"What's that other thing?" she says instead, knowing if she doesn't distract herself, she just might do that. At the question, the tech smiles even brighter.
"The twin," she says, and Anna feels Elsa move, placing a hand over her stomach. "Congratulations."
Anna doesn't bother holding back. Not that it matters.
Elsa is incredibly receptive to her arms, wrapped around her shoulders.