"Damn! Go get me that stupid maid of mine."
Elsa's bloodstream became flooded with rage, prompting her personal maid to rush into the room.
As she humbly knelt before Elsa, she exuded unmistakable panic, her face contorted with fear, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"My lady, what's wrong?"
Elsa slapped her across the face before she could finish her sentence, preventing any further words from escaping her lips.
"How dare you ask me what's wrong after lieing to me?"
Her maid's face turned a bright red, and her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
While yelling, Elsa repeatedly jabbed her forehead with her pointed fingernail, leaving visible imprints on the skin of her personal maid.
The current situation, however, fell short of Elsa's expectations. In a fit of rage
