The doctor smears ultrasound jelly on her stomach. Elsa isn't even looking at him, or the screen. She's looking at Anna, holding her hand.
She's been going to these appointments for months with Anna, but it feels different now. Anna squeezes her hand tighter, and for this one, brief moment, they're the only two.
Clearing his throat, the doctor stands up. "Excuse me a moment," he says, putting the equipment down and moving from the room. He closes the door behind him.
Now when they look at each other, it's different.
Something isn't right.