It takes more time to pack up Elsa's things than either had expected. Somehow, between the drama and hormones and pain, she'd managed to make Anna's apartment her home. Anna jokes about getting her bed back, but it falls flat.
"...Thank you, Anna," Elsa says softly one night. They're sitting on the floor, folding clothes, and Anna jerks her head up.
"What? Why?"
Elsa shrugs and gives her a small smile. "For being my friend. It was weird, but... I'm glad it happened..."
Once more, Anna can't breath for the lump in her throat.