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Introduction
At 84, Ann-Margret Finally Opens Up About Her Love for Elvis Presley
Ann-Margret, born Ann-Margret Olsson on April 28, 1941, has lived a life that reads like a classic Hollywood tale. From her humble beginnings in a small Swedish village to her meteoric rise to stardom, her journey has captivated audiences for generations. After moving to the United States at just five years old, she grew up in Chicago, where she quickly adapted to her new home and honed her talent for performance. Her big break in the early 1960s, thanks to comedian George Burns, launched her film career and led to iconic roles in movies like Bye Bye Birdie (1963).
By 1964, she was sharing the screen with Elvis Presley in Viva Las Vegas. Their on-screen chemistry was electric, and off-screen, it blossomed into something more. Now, at 84 years old, Ann-Margret has decided to finally speak openly about their relationship, peeling back decades of myth and speculation with a deeply personal perspective.
She recalls that she and Elvis were instantly drawn to each other, a connection forged by their shared passion for performing and a mischievous sense of humor. She remembers private dances and heartfelt conversations that mirrored the energy they radiated on film, reflecting, “He made me laugh like no one else.” Yet, even at the peak of their intense romance, Ann-Margret understood the limitations. Elvis’s ongoing relationship with Priscilla Beaulieu cast a shadow, making their love ultimately unsustainable. Despite the heartbreak, she never spoke ill of him, not during his lifetime or after his passing in 1977, choosing to keep their private moments sacred out of deep respect.
One of the most touching details she shares is how Elvis continued to send her flowers in the shape of a guitar every time she opened a new Las Vegas show, a tradition he maintained long after their romance ended. She kept every single one. Today, Ann-Margret speaks not to create scandal but to honor a man she deeply admired. Her words are less a confession and more a love letter, filled with warmth, respect, and the bittersweet memory of a connection that burned brightly, if only for a short time.