[Such mystery. Very write. Wowe]



(615): Ok, was I really fucked up or was there a chick from Norway in the ice cream shop teaching us Norwegian last night?

“How do you say yes?”

“Ja.”

“And no?”

“Nei.”

“How do you say,” Anna tapped her lips, thinking for a moment, before lighting up with an idea, giggling as she asked, “How do you say I’m really drunk?”

“Jeg er drita full,” this Elsa girl seemed amused rather irritated, which Kristoff was grateful for. Drunk Anna was either hit or (very painfully awkward) miss for most people.

“How about,” Anna purred slipping closer to Elsa in the booth and wiping a stray glob of ice cream from her cheek. “Wanna fuck?” She sucked the tip of her finger into her mouth and Elsa’s eyes followed the motion. “How do you say that?”

The Norwegian woman swallowed but smiled as she leaned in to whisper in Anna’s ear as Kristoff watched, fascinated. “Ønsker du å knulle?”

“Ja,” Anna rasped, giggling as Elsa’s face flamed.