Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.
"Anna, I’m taking these knives away before you kill someone."
"Anna, please. Leave the scales alone.”
"Anna! What do you think you’re doing?”
Glancing up at her sister with wide, innocent eyes, the younger girl’s 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.
"Don’t do that, you’ll spread your germs. Wash the spoon."
"I don’t have germs!" was all she replied, rolling her eyes and nudging her sister on the arm. "And it’s a well known fact that all good chefs taste their own food."
"Yeah, after it’s been cooked, genius.”
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, Elsa’s skin was even paler than usual, and Anna’s dress was dotted with white. A flour fight in the middle of cooking wasn’t exactly ideal, but when the older sister rolled her eyes, she wondered why she’d 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 sister’s shoulder and grinned.
"Well.. our cooking skills have certainly improved over the years, don’t you think?"