Drabble A: Aloe Vera
Elsa stood over the pan with some grilled cheese sandwiches in it. They weren't burnt, they were just right. Elsa heard Hans open the door and exclaim. "Elsa, you're cooking. Everyone stop, drop, and roll."
"Shut up, they're not burnt." said Elsa, looking over at Hans with a confident glance.
"Look who's proud. One thing though, if they're not burned, why is the pan smoking?" asked Hans, a little cautiously.
"Wait, what?" asked Elsa looking over at the sandwiches that were officially pitch black. "Oh, crap." said Elsa. As Elsa turned off the burner, she stuck her hand to grab one of them when her hand slipped and hit the bottom of the pan.
"Ow." yelled Elsa clutching her red, burned hand. She blew on it, only making it worse. Hans walked over and looked at her hand, immediatly pulling her to a chair.
"Hans, what are you doing?" asked Elsa. Hans held her wrist, making sure not to touch her scoulding hand as her grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. He set it on her hand as she grimaced at the feel. Hot and cold did not mix. Elsa scrunched her face so she wouldn't cry, but it didn't work. Tears started falling as she gently sobbed. Hans put his arm around Elsa's shoulders as she laid her head on his chest. He gave her a kiss on her forehead as he applied some aloe vera to it as her bandaged it up.