DEVIL, finishing KARL'S sentence
—nothing.
[Goes up stairs.
KARL, nearing ELSA
You look lovely, Elsa. Do you know, this pensive air is very becoming to you—you've always been so cold and—haughty—it's like finding a little white flower under the deep snow; you want to pick it up and kiss it—
[Takes both of ELSA'S hands in his.
This is the Elsa for me!
ELSA, ashamed
Karl!
DEVIL