Eventually, the tears subside. The little boy is put in his crib next to Elsa's bed while she holds onto her daughter.
They'll have to say goodbye soon. There's really no time to waste.
She looks over at the little girl, who looks like she could just be sleeping.
For a moment it's hard to breath before a weight lifts from her chest. She can only imagine how Elsa's feeling.
"Have you thought of a name?" Anna asks softly. It's a distraction, but not a bad one. They both need it right about now.