Cook â Iâll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.
"Anna, Iâm taking these knives away before you kill someone."
"Anna, please. Leave the scales alone.â
"Anna! What do you think youâre doing?â
Glancing up at her sister with wide, innocent eyes, the younger girlâs lips stretched into a chocolate-covered smile. The spoon that was being licked was about to be lowered back into the bowl of cake mixture when Elsa snatched it away.
"Donât do that, youâll spread your germs. Wash the spoon."
"I donât have germs!" was all she replied, rolling her eyes and nudging her sister on the arm. "And itâs a well known fact that all good chefs taste their own food."
"Yeah, after itâs been cooked, genius.â
Elsa had taken charge of making the chocolate cake whilst Anna just helped on the side. It was better that way, as the redhead just kept getting distracted by delicious cake mixture, and weighing kitchen items on the scales, and the fact that wooden spoons made brilliant music when whacked against the counter.
By the end of it, Elsaâs skin was even paler than usual, and Annaâs dress was dotted with white. A flour fight in the middle of cooking wasnât exactly ideal, but when the older sister rolled her eyes, she wondered why sheâd expected any less.
Still, it was worth it when the cake emerged from the oven and was soon iced over with a swirling 'Elsa and Anna'.
As they looked proudly at their creation, Elsa put her arm around her younger sisterâs shoulder and grinned.
"Well.. our cooking skills have certainly improved over the years, donât you think?"