Those words stop in her mouth and die like some distasteful thing on her tongue. When had she become so desperate for someone's touch?
And how was Hans able to rouse such a strong reaction?
She looks away, to where her hands have wrapped themselves together. ] Yeah.
[ Said quietly. Reluctantly. Under her breath ] That's... probably for the best.
[ Cold hearted, frigid Elsa. Never letting people in, stays locked in her room during parties, such a drag. She'll freeze your heart if you get too close. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She's such a disappointment. All expectations of perfection and yet she constantly falls short. ]
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Those words stop in her mouth and die like some distasteful thing on her tongue. When had she become so desperate for someone's touch?
And how was Hans able to rouse such a strong reaction?
She looks away, to where her hands have wrapped themselves together. ] Yeah.
[ Said quietly. Reluctantly. Under her breath ] That's... probably for the best.
[ Cold hearted, frigid Elsa. Never letting people in, stays locked in her room during parties, such a drag. She'll freeze your heart if you get too close. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She's such a disappointment. All expectations of perfection and yet she constantly falls short. ]