The street lamps illuminated the inside of the car like strobe lights as Kristoff drove underneath them, the sudden bursts of brightness giving Elsa brief glimpses of her dirty sneakers amongst the mass of CDs and drink bottles at her feet.She heard Kristoff breathe in suddenly, as if he were about to say something. But the words died in his throat when Elsa glanced at him, the solemn expression on her face forcing him to reconsider.He wants to ask.Elsa waited, eyes fixed on him almost uncomfortably, and he could hold it in no longer."What happened?" He asked. Shooting her a nervous look, he quickly added, "I mean, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I just want to make sure An-" he corrected himself "-everyone's okay."Elsa turned her head to stare out of the passenger-side window. "Anna is…