Elsa and wine

★★★

“You scared them,” Elsa mumbled as she turned back. She took her tone down to pacify his mood, which turned fierce for a useless reason.

“They should,” said Gabriel with a flat tone, and sat down. The thought of separating from Elsa fueled his anger. Whoever tried to take Elsa away could not see the sun the next day.

“Will you drink? Smells sweet,” Elsa said, taking the lid off, and the sweet fruity smell wafted in her nose and felt like drinking.

“No. You should not drink either,” Gabriel replied with a scoff.

“You are controlling,” Elsa hummed with a pout and poured the juice into a silver glass as if she wanted to drink.

As her mouth touched the glass, it was cold but the juice when ran down her throat, and it gave her a warm sensation till to the stomach. It was sweet with little bitterness and the smell was flavorsome.

She quaffed two glasses with the same moan. Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the woman's back and then at her glass when he saw Elsa pour another glass for her. He