“Of course.” Edward’s brows began to furrow. “You know you are permitted to ask me anything, my dearest.”
Slowly, she turned around to face Edward as her hands let go of the windowsill she had leaned on. Elsa made her way towards the man and pressed her own red lips thoughtfully together for a moment. "I was wondering,” she began hesitantly, “– I mean, I have told you about my darkest hour, love. Would you tell me about yours?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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