send me ‘ mistletoe ’ for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose. | accepting until midnight
“mistletoe” + elsa @fifthspiriit
Never before has Sam felt so, at home, there was something about Arendelle's atmosphere that left him in a total sense of pure ecstasy, peace never before felt. And if it were, to be frank, there was an even more specific reason for feeling that way, the queen of that domain, Elsa. Just the mere mention of the name made his body automatically feel lighter as if all his intricacies were automatically gone. His fantasies were interrupted the moment he looks at her, immediately felt his breathing go ragged at a hefty pace, for a moment, he almost forgot how he breathed. "Heavens, Elsa. You look gorgeous." Not that it wasn't any less previously, but tonight her beauty seemed to be even more enchanting.
In the course of the night, Sam would most like to pass by Elsa's side, no matter how selfish of his. But he knew that she had a commitment to her citizens, and he would never stop her at such a crucial moment. That was when he had a plan to have her, if only for one night, or if their friendship was all down the drain, he would try anyway. With the help of one of the kitchen crew, Sam came up with a plan in which the team would ask for help in the kitchen. In the meantime, he tried to put mistletoe in place, knew that by the time everything happened, the words would fail, and Sam was determined to kiss at least once, even if that act would never happen again. When he saw the long-awaited company enter the room, he immediately walked toward her and, without uttering a word, put his hands on her cheeks, caressing them, then sealing the lips of others, never wanting to stop again.