"Elsa, if you need an epidural," Anna starts, holding her hand. "I know you said in Norway..."
But Elsa's shaking her head. She's pale and clammy, but her eyes are wide and bright. She already looks so tired, though...
"It hurts, Anna..." she says, entire expression clenching. "It hurts so much, but..."
"But?"
"This is the last time. The last time I'll feel my baby."
There's nothing Anna can say to that. She just nods, squeezing Elsa's hand and kissing her temple. It's coated in sweat. "I'm here for you, Elsa."
"Always?"
"Always."