Of course. This was his favorite cafe. Of course he'd be here. He literally showed her this place, told her 'This is where you'll find me if you ever want to talk,' where they went on their dates, hell, he was practically treated like family here.

And somewhere, deep down, she wanted him to be here. Not to say she likes every time he gives her the same stare, the same apologetic, guilty stare saying he's sorry, he's sorry, he's so goddamn sorry, but it's so messy now, and there's no way in hell they can fix it. The only urge she has is just about the last thing she can do in this situation, which is go over and kiss the sadness out of him. Explain what's going on, apologize to him instead of having him feel sorry.

But she knows she can't. Which is probably why what she does makes the pang in her heart spark into a fire. She orders his favorite coffee, burying her face in Hans's shoulder, trying to feel warmth through his icy stare. Hans doesn't provide her the warmth she needs, she needs Jack, she needs to feel his arm around her again. But she can't think like that.

They're over. Elsa needs to accept that. They both do.

"See you again." A spunky red-head with unruly curly hair returns with their drinks, writing something on Elsa's cup.

"Thanks, Merida." Elsa gives her a smile. All she offers is a fake grin that doesn't meet her eyes. She's never going to hear the end of this. As if she hadn't done enough damage, she left a knife in Jack's heart as she walked out of the cafe.

"Creep." She said simply, no emotion behind it. Quickly, she walked out and unlocked her car.

"Do you ever think he'll stop making she's at you? You're not his anymore.

Elsa sighed as they both climbed into the car. I'm not yours, nor will I ever be.

"I never want to see him again." Elsa spat. She lied to herself more than him. He smiled as she set one hand down by the cup holders. Hans intertwined their fingers, giving her hand a small, supposedly comforting squeeze. It sickened her. She smiled lightly back, glancing at him, then shifted her gaze back to the road. All that was stuck to her mind was Jack. How he would hold her, and all she would feel was safe. How he looked at her-still looks at her like she's the sun and the moon and stars. She still finds herself asking what happened between them.

She swallowed down her emotions with her coffee, which, by the way, did not at all taste like Jack as he kissed her. Hans gave a dark smirk as the car came to a slow stop. Elsa felt her heart leap as his hand grabbed the back of her neck. It didn't feel right. He didn't feel right. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in closer, closer, too close... Hans looked at her, confused, as he saw her eyes darken from confliction. He slipped his hand away, folding his arms. Elsa let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, relief washing over her. The lack of his touch was a lot more calming. From the corner of her eye, she could see his face fall as he let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry, Hans..." She said in a tiny voice. His annoyance with her was building up, but he was doing his best to hide it. She pulled over to the shoulder of the road, resting her head against the wheel.

"How long do I have to wait for you to open up to me?"

"What?" She asks, lifting her head from the wheel.

"You always close yourself off from me, shutting off your emotions. Whenever I get too close, you get scared."

Elsa sat up, taking a deep breath. "I can't do this, not right now."

"Then when?! When are you going to get over your past?!"

Elsa froze. "I…"

"That ice was exactly what pushed your sister into running away. And look where she is now."

She balled her fists, gritting her teeth. He crossed a line. "You have no right to blame me for that."

"Do I?! Really?! I loved her, Elsa! But now," He chuckled darkly. "Now I'll never see her again. Because of you."

That was the last straw. She didn't need this. Didn't deserve this. They always ended up fighting, but this? This was too far.

"Get OUT! Get out of my car."

He opened his mouth to speak, but by then, she'd already managed to push him out of the car.

He watched as she drove away, screaming "This isn't over!"

She took off the golden band around her finger, throwing it on the pavement.

"No. This is the last goddamn time, Hans."

He was pathetic, falling victim for her words once more.

Jack sighed, wiping his eyes.

Merida walked over, tapping him on the shoulder. The café was pretty much vacant at this point. She tilted her head at him.

"Y'alright, bud?" She asked. Jack nodded, but she knew better. "Do y'just wanna stay until closin' or..? I can probably sneak ya a coffee."

He shook his head. "She called me a creep, Meri. Kept snuggling in that assholes shoulder like she didn't see me."

"I know. Plannin' to give her hell for it later."

He sighed, quickly changing the subject. "Besides, I have money. Just give me the regular." She nodded, taking his five and going behind the counter. A couple minutes later, she returned with his latte. "Gratzi." He thanked her, standing up.

"Y'sure you don't wanna stay?"

"Nah, I'm gonna go see Ed. He gets off soon anyway."

She smirked. "You're not gonna become some drunken bum who drowns his sorrows in whiskey, are ya?"

Jack scoffed. "Please."

He backed out of the shop before turning around, walking across the street and straight to the bar. Squinting, he searched for Ed, who there seemed to be no sign of.

"Care to explain what you're doing here?" He jumped at the voice behind him.

"Ed! You scared the shit outta me." His longtime friend snickered as he went behind the counter. "Bourbon on the rocks?"

Ed extended his hand. "I'm gonna need to see some form of ID, please."

Jack raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, alright." He pulled a random card out of his pocket.

"This is a 7-day free coffee card from 7-11, but alright, fine, I'll take it." He grabbed a glass from under the table, quickly making him a drink. "Now, care to explain what the hell is going on?"

"Elsa, break up, calling me a creep... She doesn't even want me around her anymore. She's with that Hans weirdo now, I'm not even sure if it's by force." Ed slid the drink across the counter. "I don't even know what happened to us." Jack took a sip of his drink, then set it back down. Ed swiped it away from him. "Hey!" He complained.

"Oi! Y'need to stop moping around and fix this. Either between you and her, or you just need to fix this yourself. Get off your sorry ass and don't try drinking your problems away." He poured the drink down the drain.

"How can I fix anything if she won't even look at me?" Jack slammed his head against the counter.

"Ever hear of a cell phone, mate?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "She blocked my numbers. All of them. Either that or Hans blocked them without her knowing."

Ed rolled his eyes. "Then march the fuck in there and take back what's yours!" He encouraged.

Jack looked at him with an odd expression. "March where? Hans's and her's house? Besides, I'm not forcing her into a relationship she's not ready for."

Ed left for a minute, leaving Jack alone. He sighed. This is stupid. Elsa wouldn't want this. Before he knew it, Ed was back and out of uniform. He stomped over, grabbing Jack by the ear.

"Don't you have to-ah-work?" He hissed as Ed pulled him out of the bar.

"Got off early." And Jack found himself genuinely afraid of what this asshole was about to do to him.