First come First serve (Jelsa)

Meeting Louie Frost

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Elsa's POV

It was five in the morning when I woke up.

I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and scanned the room. As soon as I started to see properly again. I jumped up in shock resulting on me falling onto the floor, and landing on my bum.

"Aaaaahh, What the hec- where am I?" I questioned scanning over the unfamiliar color of the room.

Then ting.

"Oh right, Dad got engaged again and I had to move to my gonna-be-stepmom's house.." I said.

I stood up and went out of my room to cook some breakfast for my new brothers.

As I went out and started walking, I scanned the hallway that leads to the stairs.

I got to the stairs and scanned the whole place again.

"Okay, correction: gonna-be-stepmom's mansion." I said to myself.

I walked down the flight of stairs and arrived at the kitchen in no time since the kitchen was just connected to the living room.

I opened the fridge and decided to make pancakes. I took out some eggs, flour, milk etc. I opened the cabinets and searched for some salt, sugar, and a measuring cup.

As soon as I found one, I took the apron hanging near the stove and wore it and began cracking and mixing, and baking.

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I set up some plates, knives, forks, and glasses on top of the large island counter and began cleaning up.

"Mmm, smells good."

"Yeah, haven't smelt something like this in ages."

I heard Jack and David come down the stairs and then heard their movement come to a halt, I've recognized the difference in their voices when they speak, Jack's voice is a bit low, while David's is lower and a bit hollow.

"Elsie? You cook?... Awesome!!" I turned around and saw David sit at one of the stalls, "Having a sister is the bomb!! Thank you step dad!" He then dug in to the fresh and hot pancakes with some butter on top and some maple syrup.

"Uh, Hey Elsa! Um... G-Good morning." Jack stuttered and sat at the stall next to hungry a.f. David.

"Good morning to you too." I chirped and continued on cleaning.

"Um, Elsa.... D-Did you eat?" Jack said from behind me.

"Uh, no.... I kinda not like eating what I cook." I replied.

"B-But why?"

"Eh, I don't know, I think its because I don't want to taste my horrible cooking." I turned around and looked directly in his eyes, telling him the honest truth.

"Um, well..." He stood up with a fork in his hand and in the fork was a small portion of a stabbed pancake, "...uh, h-here, try some."

I looked into his face and saw that he was staring at my lips and his cheeks are the color of strawberries, whilst his hands holding up the fork in front of my mouth asking for entrance.

I opened my mouth and saw him open a bit of his mouth also almost like his copying my moves out of instinct.

"T-There, wasn't it g-good?" He asked removing the now empty fork from my mouth.