Anna stared out over the fjord from the window. The sun reflecting off the water was glaring, and it hurt her eyes, but she needed to look, to try to see if Kristoff was in town today. It wouldn't do for her to go out, not this soon, but she desperately wanted him to see the baby, to know with a subtle nod what she could already guess, even at only a week old.
She finally saw him across the market square, bringing in an ice delivery, as always. It was a warm August day, and she opened the window.