Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

Break Time - 4

Break Time - Elsa's Cooking Attempt

In a small, dimly lit kitchen far away from the chaos she usually thrived in, Elsa stood, staring intently at the strange assortment of ingredients laid out before her. The gleam of her signature daggers was absent, replaced instead by the dull shine of a frying pan in one hand and a potato in the other. Her long, jet-black hair flowed down her back as her expression, though usually cold and menacing, now held a hint of curiosity.

Why was she here, of all places? Why was she attempting something so mundane? It wasn't for survival, or even pleasure-no, this was something else. Something more... absurd.

"They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... though I usually have a more direct approach."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought of Y/N. He had caught her attention in ways few had managed before. His resolve, his strength, and the way he had stood against her had left an impression. So, here she was, attempting something she had never done before: cooking. It was a strange, foreign concept, but if it would help her gain Y/N's attention, perhaps it was worth the effort.

She eyed the potato in her hand. A simple ingredient. She'd seen others cook it before, and from what she recalled, it didn't seem too difficult. How hard could frying a potato be?

[Chibi Elsa]: "If I can handle slicing through flesh, I can surely handle something like that."

She muttered to herself.

With that, she got to work. Grabbing a knife, she sliced the potato-though perhaps "sliced" wasn't the right word. She more... dissected it. Each piece was cut with precision, but her innate instinct to cut too deeply kicked in, and before she realized it, the potato was reduced to thin, near-translucent shreds.

[Chibi Elsa]: "Perhaps... a little too thin?"

She muttered, frowning slightly.

Undeterred, she heated up the frying pan, poured in oil, and tossed the potato shreds in. The oil sizzled violently, and almost immediately, smoke began to rise. Elsa leaned in curiously, watching as the thin slices of potato turned black within seconds.

Her expression didn't change. She simply tilted her head as she prodded the charred remains with the frying pan.

"Hmm... maybe it's supposed to look like this? Perhaps Y/N likes his food... dark and crispy."

She thought, a little confused.

Before she could continue contemplating her questionable cooking methods, a soft, almost resigned sigh echoed from the corner of the room.

Meili, her little sister, had been sitting on a small stool, watching the entire disaster unfold with her usual blank expression. But now, her poker face was starting to crack. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she stared at the blackened mess in the pan.

[Chibi Meili]: "Nee-san... you're gonna kill someone with that."

Meili said flatly.

Elsa's eyes gleamed dangerously at the comment, but instead of taking offense, she chuckled softly, the sound low and unsettling.

[Chibi Elsa]: "Oh? Isn't that the point?"

Elsa said, smiling wickedly.

Meili blinked, her face utterly devoid of emotion, yet somehow expressing volumes of exasperation. She wasn't even sure why she was surprised anymore. Elsa was a walking storm of destruction, and expecting her to suddenly turn into a domestic goddess was... well, wishful thinking.