"Nice to meet you, Mr. Frost. I'm Elsa. Mind if we sit?"

"Well... sure, I guess."

Elsa sat down at the nearest table and placed her coffee down.

"So, Jack. I noticed you're missing your shoes. May I ask why?"

"A dog. A dog ate them."

"Oh, that's unfortunate."

Jack shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. He studied the woman in front of him, taking note of her long blonde hair, her pale blue eyes, and he couldn't help but notice how her v-neck shirt exposed a little of her cleavage and hugged her bust. This aroused him and he cursed himself under his breath.

"Are you okay?"

Elsa's voice made Jack realize he had been staring at her chest for quite a while.

"What? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh, alright."

Their conversation dissolved into a silence with a few awkward leg brushes. Jack realized he needed to start a new conversation before Elsa decided to leave.

"Do you have any pets?"

"What?"

Fuck, too rushed.

"Pets. Do you have any?"

"Oh. No, I'm actually allergic to most four-legged animals, like dogs and cats. Do you have any?"

"Yeah, actually. I have a rabbit. His name is Bunny. I know, I'm not much of a creative guy."

Elsa laughed, and Jack loved it. Her laugh wasn't a full laugh, it was more of a slight giggle. But then he remembered that he needed to get home quickly before Bunny started to worry.

"Right, I'd better be going."

"Oh really? Well, it was nice talking to you."

"Although, I'm not sure how I'll be able to make it there in time, walking."

Jack said that to himself, not intending on Elsa to hear it. But as the perky being she is, Elsa had to overhear him.

"I'll give you a ride, if you don't mind."

"Uh… well, okay, sure. As long as you don't kidnap me."

"Look at you, Mr. Comedian."

Jack smiled. It was the first time someone other than his rabbit had made him smile, in very a long time. He got up and followed Elsa to her car, and wow, was it wonderful. She wasn't lying about having lots of money to waste. As Jack stood there admiring the car, Elsa got in and started the engine. She started to drive once Jack got in, but realized she didn't know where his house was.

"What's your address?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, um, it's the apartment complex on 4771 Weselton Boulevard."

"Okay, got it."

Elsa put the address in her GPS and headed down the road.

"So, tell me more about this rabbit of yours."

"Bunny? Well, he's grey… he's really big. Um… we do almost everything together. I know it sounds weird, but it's just been me and Bunny for a long time, and he's always been there for me, you know?"

"Oh, wow… it must be hard for you."

Jack shrugged and rested his head on his hand. He sat in silence and looked out of the window, watching the trees pass.

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

Elsa's voice yet again startled Jack, who was ready to doze off.

"No, not really. I guess I'm not used to driving home in strangers' cars," he admitted.

"I understand. Well, we're nearly there."

Jack watched as Elsa pulled around a corner and stopped the car.

"Well, thanks," he said, opening the door.

"No problem. If you ever need a taxi, just call me."

"In that case, what's your phone number?"

Elsa stared at Jack with wide eyes. She had meant that to be a joke, but it obviously didn't sound like one. Jack turned red at Elsa's hesitation and stepped out of the car.

"I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, like, I didn't mean for you… er, if it was too, uh, forward… I didn't mean it like that, you know, I barely even-"

"Jack, it's okay. I'll give you my number."

"That's fine, you don't have to anymore."

Elsa spilled out her digits anyway and Jack had to quickly pull out his phone to catch it.

"Well, thanks, I guess," Jack said.

Elsa opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by her ringtone blaring. Eyeing Jack to make sure he wasn't pulling a trick on her, she looked at the caller ID on her phone, which was surprisingly her job. She picked up her phone to a very stressed co-worker.

"We need you at the ER right now!"

"Why? I'm still on break."

"A man has frostbite on his penis."

Elsa's face must have turned fifty shades of red. Oh, the things people do.

"How the fuck can he do that? It's the middle of July, god dammit!"

"I don't know, but there's no time to waste. We need you here as soon as possible."

"Uh… I'll be there in forty-five minutes."

The call ended and Elsa slammed her phone down. Jack had been standing there, confused, the whole time.

"What's going on?"

"I have to be at a hospital an hour away because of this idiot who decided to freeze his testicles! My break isn't even over! I hope I won't be able to save him and his penis falls off."

"Woah…"

"Anyways," Elsa growled, pulling the gear shift into reverse. "I have to get going."

Jack shut the door and watched as Elsa sped off. There was only one thing on his mind from that point. He never wanted to see that woman again.


Elsa stormed into the emergency room after putting on her baggy work attire over her clothes.

"Where is the fucking idiot who froze his balls?" Elsa asked a passing nurse. Everyone was used to Elsa's cursing, and the ER director was fine with it as long as she didn't use it to threaten anyone.

"Over there, in room 73."

As Elsa entered the room, she quickly switched into a calm mood. It lasted until two seconds later when she saw the patient, whose crotch was resting in a tub of water. He looked like a young teenager, which added to Elsa's irritation.

"Sir, could you tell me what happened?"

"Um, me and my friends were just messin' around and one of 'em told me to put it in a bucket that was filled with some ice. So I did. Then it started to hurt and I took it out and it was all purple 'n stuff."

Elsa cringed at his grammar; didn't he go to kindergarten?

"Okay…"

The only thing that Elsa despised more than the boy was the task she had to do next.

"I'm going to have to examine your, uh, frostbite area."


"I just need to eat and have a very long slumber," Elsa told herself as she pulled into the driveway of her house.

Turning off her car and stepping out, Elsa looked up at her three story house. She sighed, yet again drinking in the fact that she lived alone in a big house.

Living alone suits me perfectly. I can't start another relationship after what happened, anyways. I just have to focus on my career.

Elsa approached her front door, punching in the code on the lock. After entering her house and practically running to the fridge, she caught a glimpse of the time on her 90-inch TV that she had accidentally left on.

Ten thirty? How the fuck did I stay at work so late?

Sighing, she opened her fridge and looked through all the varieties of food. It was all healthy, though, and Elsa decided she didn't want any of that. Closing the fridge, she resorted to her pantry. Whole grain, canned vegetables, potatoes—instant noodles. That was it. She placed the noodles in her microwave and headed to the living room, settling down on the couch. As her mind wandered, she began to think about her past relationship. He was tall and cute. He had brown hair and and green eyes. Richard Weston, the dirty cheater. There was no time for any more thoughts when tears flowed from Elsa's eyes onto her cheeks, and continued until they put her to sleep.