The nurses leave them after that. Anna stands up, moving around to the crib. She doesn't kiss the baby – there are so many germs, and he's only very little – but she does stroke his face with her finger.
Elsa watches the exchange. There's something curling in her gut, but it's impossible to tell what it actually means. She doesn't want Anna to leave; she recognises that much.
But then Anna's pulling away from the crib and moving towards the door. She lifts Elsa's hospital bag onto her now-empty chair, rifling through it.