For the first time in months, Elsa goes back to her therapist. It's almost a relief, seeing a friendly face.

Even now, Elsa doesn't really have friends of her own.

That's something she tells the shrink. Not the only thing, of course. She can't forget the reason she's actually here.

"Anna... kissed me," she says eventually, about twenty minutes into the session. "I- I didn't realise she felt like that. I don't know when it started, but now..." She trails off with a sigh.

The therapist leans forward. "How do you feel, Elsa?"