“The f**k?” Kristoff cursed under his breath, forgetting momentarily where he was and who he was with. The room fell silent instantly, as a bunch of perfectly plucked and expertly made up eyebrows shot up, despite the heavy Botox, as soon as the comment left his lips.
“Kristoff!” His mother hissed while smiling apologetically at their guests. “Language, please. You are amongst ladies.” Lydia reminded her son while an older woman shook her head disapprovingly and another pursed her lips unimpressed. Yeah, f**k you, you old crone, Kristoff was barely able to keep himself from poking his tongue out like a toddler at the condescending women. If he remembers correctly it wouldn’t be the first time either, though more than a decade has passed since and it wasn’t his tongue he showed the ladies.
