<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>grassy area at the far edge of the Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br/><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:  time for some Swedish folk culture<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div>Gently tugging and separating hair, Elsa listened to Devon talk. He wasn't fully opening up but he was scratching at the surface and that was pretty good. He seemed genuine if not a little guarded but that was okay and to be expected, she was a stranger after all. She certainly hadn't totally opened up to him. Her fingers danced around on his scalp, pulling back in a little bunch of hair, folding it forward then plating another layer over and tucking it between her fingers before repeating this process again and again with multiple layers. She left it all just a bit loose, braided in a more classical rough style with the rope tight but the scalp loose and the ends left undone.<br/><br/><strong>"Clearly you lost,"</strong>Elsa said echoing his sentiments with a little playful sarcasm to her tone as he talked. She snickered a little and continued the braiding. By now she was slowly beginning to adjust his man bun and tie the top into a larger braid letting the remainder of his hair fall loose for the moment. Each rope began looser than needed. She wanted him to be able to get it all out easily if he wished but she tied the rope tight so it would hold in place. It mentally tickled her, she grinned, because his hair was so agreeable to work with due to it's near perfect straightness. Much easier than her brothers.<br/><br/><strong>"I think you're right about the meat grinder this show is. But I wouldn't worry to much about the others. I mean we all know what we are getting into. I would have dreaded being the first cast to ever be on the show and have no idea what to expect other than the producers vague outline."</strong>Elsa rubbed his back a bit.<strong>"Grace is a lot tougher than she looks and I'm sure Corey has a lot more to him than just a sweet boyish grin. He is so adorable though, right? I just want to snuggle him and make him my little brother or something. Even though he's probably my age but whatever."</strong><br/><br/>Elsa fingers were deft and moved swiftly having braided her own and her brothers hair more times than she could count.<strong>"I think you're right though. You don't find love. It just happens. But it can't happen unless you open the gates and put yourself out there. Of course, I feel like you already know that. Most people do, just not everyone is as willing to do it. I certainly can't make any claims. If you remember my secret, I didn't even have a serious boyfriend until a few years ago. Some would question if I've ever had a serious relationship."</strong>Elsa laughed at herself but her arms slid around Devon from behind and she gave him a hug.<strong>"Hope this is okay. I sort of needed this. so, thank you.</strong>" The truth was, she did need a hug but she half felt like maybe he could use one too. After all, she had thought since earlier in the day and hearing him sing that he needed it. Might as well share a the hug she needed with the hug he needed. Elsa was economical in that sort of way.<br/><br/>Elsa whispered in his ear,<strong>"Seems as good a time as any. I have a Swedish folk song for you. Now be warned you brought this on yourself, you did say you wanted to hear me sing."</strong>As long as he didn't remove her arms she'd sing to him with her arms wrapped around him, one arm snaked around his waist and the other draped over his shoulder and across his chest. The gently rise and fall of her chest pressing against his back with each breath, her warm body pressed against his, and lips close to his ear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">softly singing in his ear... Herr Mannelig</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>♫ Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann<br/>Bergatroliet friade till fager ungersven<br/>Innan foglarna brjade sjunga<br/>Hon hade en falskeliger tunga ♫<br/><br/>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br/>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br/>Om i viljen eller ej<br/>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫<br/><br/>♫ Eder vill jag gifva de gngare tolf<br/>Som g uti rosendelunde<br/>Aldrig har det varit ngon sadel upp dem<br/>Ej heller betsel uti munnen ♫<br/><br/>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br/>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br/>Om i viljen eller ej<br/>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫<br/><br/>♫ Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf<br/>Som st mellan Till och Tern<br/>Stenarna de ro af rdaste gull<br/>Och hjulen silfverbeslagna ♫<br/><br/>♫ Eder vill jag gifva frgyllande svrd<br/>Som klingar utaf femton guldringar<br/>Och strida huru I strida vill<br/>Stridplatsen skolen i vl vinna ♫<br/><br/>♫ Eder vill gifva en skjorta s ny<br/>den bsta I lysten att slita<br/>Inte r hon smnad av nl eller tr<br/>Men virkat… ♫ <br/><br/>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br/>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br/>Om i viljen eller ej<br/>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpXqSaWQqVo)</div></div><br/><br/>When she was done she'd rest her chin on his shoulder if he hadn't pushed her away, either way she'd still have sung the song to him if possible.<br/><br/><strong>"It's the story of a troll girl trying to propose to a handsome young man. The song has many meanings and slightly different retelling depending on who's singing it and what era the version is from. I like to think that it's a Cinderella story. If he accepts her proposal he'll find love and she'll become the beautiful princess that she truly is. But it will take his love to see below the surface of her troll like exterior.... I don't know it's silly I suppose. But what you said reminded me of it. Except she's the Cinderella putting herself out there in desperation and risking getting her heart broken to break the curse... That's not really what the song says. In fact, she basically stalks him and he refuses but she is trying to break the curse of loneliness."</strong>Elsa let out a little chuckle as she let go of Devon if needed and sat back a bit.<strong>"I prefer my version better. Especially if I can add in a happy ending. Sad endings suck. Real life has enough sad endings. I don't need my stories to have them too."</strong>