Restless Elsa

Abigail couldn't ignore Elsa's restlessness any longer. Concern etched her face as she studied her friend's jittery movements. The sight of Elsa's fidgeting fingers prompted Abigail to break the silence.

"Are you okay?" Abigail's voice held both care and curiosity. "You seem a bit...uneasy. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"I am fine, really," Elsa said. I just want to get home as soon as possible, that's all."

Her response didn't reassure Abigail. Her reassurance felt forced, and her anxiety was palpable even in the air-conditioned car. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, hinting at inner turmoil.

Abigail wasn't convinced. She had known Elsa since childhood, and this wasn't the usual energetic and carefree girl she was familiar with. There must be something else that Elsa was not telling her.