There's a little bench pushed up against one wall. Anna sits there as Elsa sits on her own chair under the warm spray. She's behind the curtain, and at first, Anna's content to let Elsa have some peace and quiet.
It seems that's not what Elsa wants, though.
"Anna...?"
"Yeah, Els?"
"Can... can you talk to me? I—" She pauses, and it isn't until the sound of her heavy breaths reach Anna's ears that she realises Elsa can't talk through the contractions anymore.
It's getting closer.
"I want to hear your voice."