“Elsa, have you finished packing? You’ll be late again and I don’t think you want to miss the train,” her mother’s voice sounded suddenly from the kitchen, bringing her back to reality.
“Yes, mom, I’m ready to go. Here I am.”
“Ok, sweetheart, let’s go then. We must hurry.”
One hour later, the train was heading for her grandmother’s at a quick pace. The travel by train was always pleasant for Elsa because she loved to gaze through the window of her compartment, admiring the beauty of the landscape.
