"You have spare underthings and clothes, and I made sure to pack extra maternity pads."
"Anna—"
"If anything feels wrong or off, make sure you call a nurse straight away—"
"Anna," Elsa repeats, louder. Anna stops talking to look at her. Elsa swallows thickly, and tries to smile. She mostly succeeds. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you."
Anna smiles back. "What are friends for?" she asks, the words hurting even before she's finished speaking.
"No, Anna," Elsa says, shaking her head. She holds out her hand. "Not friends. This is something else..."