Anna's in the corner, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. The light from the house illuminates half her face, and in her costume, she looks... beautiful.
And Elsa's not the only one to notice.
She's with two guys, laughing and chatting. They're standing too close – but, it's not jealousy, filling Elsa's chest. It's something more akin to dread, especially when one of them steps closer. He leans down, hand coming to rest on Anna's hip as he whispers something in her ear.
Her laugh carries clear across the garden.