The Icelandic boy lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the love of his life. He wants to see him, be with him. He misses him. Tears start to slowly trickle down across his cheeks, sobbing. He picks up a photo of his love, gazing at it with tears in his eyes. "My dear, I'll be with you one day, I promise." He whispers, gently stroking the picture. The Icelandic boy hugs the picture tightly, crying out "I love you!" He hears a knock on the door, seeing it open. "Bror, where's the sug-" His brother glares at him. He face-palms. "For the love of god, Emil. It's a fridge. A fucking fridge!" He hollers. "I DON'T CARE! I LOVE HIM!" Emil wails, droplets of tears streaming down his face. "I think you need some therapy." "I THINK YOU NEED TO SHUT UP! I LOVE HIM, I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS! NO ONE WILL MAKE ME THINK OTHERWISE! I HATE YOU!" He bawls his eyes out before running away, downstairs, hiding in the basement. Lukas groans. He needs serious help, he's gone mad. He thinks to himself. The Norwegian sighs. I guess it can't be helped, I'll just go along with it. He's my brother, I should support him. No matter how crazy loving a refrigerator is.
Translation
Bror - Brother