The next time Elsa goes to the OB, she comes away with an actual due date. She comes home and draws a heart around Valentine's Day, smiling softly to herself.
"Perfect day," she says, and Anna smiles right along with her.
She's just over halfway through her pregnancy, and the change is astounding – and not only in her size. Elsa confides, late one night, that the doctor's taken her off one antidepressant, and reduced the dose of the other.
She looks so fucking proud. Anna smiles.
"That's great, Els," she says softly. She actually means it.