Finally, six hours after her shift ended, she signs out. Elsa doesn't have a car, but her apartment is only a few blocks away. Why is she here?

"I rang your home line," Elsa says, preempting any curious questions. "I... wanted to see you..."

They're on the sidewalk when Elsa speaks, and Anna's grateful that, in the dark, she can't see her blush.

"Coulda picked a better time, Els," she says, even though, to her, there couldn't have been.

She gives in, then, to her wish for touch, and she pulls Elsa into a hug.