my youngest is called Elsa.
Obviously to my (our) generation…
Sort of – we were obvs aware of that connotation (and actually it quite suits her, she’s no timid thing) but it was one of two names that we had in mind as we went up in the lift to the maternity suite (well, three actually as we didn’t know the sex at that point, but the male name became irrelevant)
And as the doors opened in the lift there was a cart of books from Friends of the RSCH and on top was that book. Different edition, quite battered, but clearly a sign.
We bought it and have it in the drawer for 18th / 21st / wedding day (not sure which)