Anna steps under the hot spray and rests her head on the tiled wall. The water lands on her shoulders, a gentle massage as she tries to sort through the swirling thoughts in her head.
It's unbelievable.
She's never been lucky. Not like this. And... maybe she's jumping to conclusions. Maybe Elsa just doesn't want to lose her as a friend. But even that's more than Anna could ever have dared hope.
And if she isn't mistaken... if what she's thinking is true... then maybe she doesn't have to be alone anymore.