"Fine," she says. "You'll do it anyway, even if I say no." Anna squeals.
"Yay! Lemme go get my phone!"
"Wha-?"
Anna's already returning when she grins, "No time like the present, Els. Now take your shirt off and stand against the wall."
Elsa grumbles at her, but does as she's told. The shutter clicks, and Elsa throws her shirt back on. She slumps on the couch and ignores Anna, but Anna's looking at the picture anyway so it doesn't matter.
And all Anna can think is that.. Elsa's made to be a mother.