A boy cries in Anna's hands. The little girl, placed in Elsa's, is so still and small.
Elsa cries for her.
The nurses take them both briefly, washing them, placing a beanie on each of their heads. Elsa's given a little wriggling mass, and through sheer instinct raises him up to her breast. He doesn't latch immediately, but tries so hard to get it right that Elsa can't help a smile from breaking out.
It doesn't last long, and she looks over at Anna. She doesn't need to speak.
Anna passes her daughter.