“No,” he answered, his eyes cast to the floor. “The mouses are still here.” In truth, he could not resist teasing her once more over her English, but it was only out of fondness. Love. “My mother spoke poor English,” he suddenly volunteered, glancing back to her. “She was a German Duchess.”
“Edward,” she scolded playfully and laughed, nervously stepping around in her high heels as she looked around the room, “This is a serious situation, the mou–mi–, argh, they have scared me and you are laughing at it.” Elsa herself could not hold back a smile at her words as she looked up at him again. “You have never told me about her. Do you remember a few German words, Liebling.”
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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