Anna gets kicked out of the ward after another fifteen minutes. The nurses are nice about it, but it's getting late. She understands. She's worked in a hospital before.
But Elsa? Elsa doesn't.
"She's not being loud," she argues, though her voice is less argumentative and more... scared. "She won't be a bother, I promise!"
"Elsa..." Anna interrupts softly. Elsa turns to her. She's still holding Marselia. She hasn't chosen a name for her son yet. "Elsa you need to rest. I'll be here as soon as visiting hours open tomorrow. Promise."