The sudden appearance of a flower so close to her face made her jump.
"Eine Blume fur eine schone Fräulein."
A flower for a beautiful lady.
She looked up to see Victor and immediately leaped up from the settee to embrace him, her book dropping, forgotten, on the rug. He picked her up and spun around.
"Victor," she exclaimed with an enormous smile as he set her back down. "When did you arrive home?"
His smile matched hers. "Only a few minutes ago. I wished to see you first and give you this," he said referring to the flower that he managed to not crush in the excitement. "Happy Birthday, Elizabeth."
She took the flower from him. It was a daffodil; her favorite.
"Danke, Victor. It is very beautiful." She was the type to be kind enough to accept even a simple flower as a birthday gift. He loved her for it.
"Ah, but that is not all." He reached into the pocket inside his suit. Victor made a show of struggling to remove it, making Elizabeth laugh.
"Oh my, I wonder what it could be," she teased between a few giggles.
Finally taking the gift out, it proved to be a small, dark box. Elizabeth quieted, but her face lit up even further when he opened the box. It was a gold and silver hair comb decorated with fine gems of emerald and topaz.
"Danke schon, Victor! Vielen vielen dank! I love it," all came out at once in a rush, her face beaming.
Thank you very much, Victor. Many, many thanks.
She continued, "I will wear it tonight at supper." The smile seemed to be permanently etched on her face.
"You are most welcome, Elizabeth." Satisfaction, and a bit of pride, washed over him that he was able to make her happy. "Anything for you."
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It was times like these that Victor Frankenstein wished with all of his might for a way to journey back to the Enchanted Forest, or at least his own land. The longing was constantly nagging at him since the curse was broken, but the realization of the day's date only served to increase it.
It was her 30th birthday. Or would have been.
He had begun to give up hope after not finding her in Storybrooke after the first week. It may be a relatively small and isolated town, but it was home to thousands of people. Nearly everyone had joined together on Main Street on the first few days to reunite with friends and loved ones, but in his time spent helping people adjust to the immediate shock of remembering their past lives, he never found her.
Victor had entertained a brief notion that her counterpart was a nun, but he discovered that all of the nuns under Mother Superior were, in fact, fairies. Of course they were.
He also could not even recall ever seeing her in the hospital before the curse was lifted either. That knowledge only served to drive him further into despair as from what little he knew of the curse, it could only bring those who were alive.
Victor was unsure of her fate. He really had no fucking clue. He had taken her to the Enchanted Forest, to show her a land filled with magic.
Then the attack happened. And the curse came in the midst of that.
Then there was Dr. Whale. And the guilt.
Whether or not she was still alive, Dr. Whale was not Victor.
Victor had mentally slapped himself after asking that Prince Charming about the nuns and their sexual behaviors now that we weren't actually nuns . He, Victor that is, would never ask anything of the sort to anyone, let alone about a woman of faith (or fairy) or to any prince. And while he forgave himself for the whole Mary Margaret thing due to the curse, he shouldn't even be looking for any type of relationship because he was engaged!
Sort of.
Another thing to add to the list of things that Victor just simply does not like to think about: he never actually got around to asking for Elizabeth Lavenza's hand in marriage.