“Mouses, mice, it’s the same.” An annoyed sigh passed her lips as she rubbed her forehead and gazed down at the floor. In her fear, she had to climb on top of a chair and now, wearing her highest heels, she could not get off of it. “Love, would you—?”
“They are harmless, dearest. More frightened of you than you are of them.” However, at her prompt he glanced at her, and smiled. “Yes, of course.” His arms wound about her hips as he lifted her up and then set her down on her own two feet. “There.”
”They have scared me though,“ the blonde complained dramatically, even though a small smirk appeared on her red lips. As her shoes touched the floor again, Elsa cupped his cheeks gently and stayed close, wishing to remain in his arms. "Thank you. Are they gone? The mou…mices?”
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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