Somehow, they find themselves at the same coffee shop they'd had their first conversation; the same tobacco-smelling woman is even here, serving a young couple more interested in each other than her.
"My shout," Elsa says, as soon as they sit down. "You got me last time."
She smiles, and it's like an in-joke – except, should they really be able to laugh about it?
But Elsa is – Elsa can. She seems so happy. Independence looks good on her. She's so put together now. All she needed was... this. Freedom. Away from everything.
Away from Anna?