PLEASE READ THIS! I can't remember if I explained this in the actual thing or not, but this is the plot of this one-shot:

Elsa and Jack were best friends when they were younger, then one day without a word of warning Elsa moves abroad with her dad, leaving her mother and sister behind. Years later she returns and this is their first meeting.

Day 8- Somewhere Only We Know- Modern AU

"I thought I'd find you here." Elsa snapped out of her daydream, the distracted look leaving her eyes as she looked up at the familiar voice. Her eyes widened, her lips parted and her heart leapt into her throat at the sight of him.

"Ja-"

"I heard you were back in town." He was slowly walking towards her now, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, scuffing his toes along the ground. He wouldn't look at her properly; at first he would look up at her then down to the ground again, and it made something in her heart ache. "Anna told me."

"You're still friends?"

Jack paused. "I guess. I don't talk to her much."

"Oh."

There was silence again. Jack didn't move any closer, and Elsa didn't stand up. She was crouched under a small shelter made of a few tree branches tied together with rope. There was a bed of leaves that she sat on to serve as a floor, and she awkwardly used it to wipe away the mud on her heel of her hand. It had been a shelter for her and Jack when they were younger, just as it had been for countless other children over the years, but for them it had always meant something special. That hadn't changed, not even when she had moved abroad with her father. He still knew her.

"I missed you, Els."

Elsa flinched at the old nickname, and wouldn't meet his eyes.

"I-I missed you too." It was true, every word, but it sounded like a lie from her lips. Jack didn't say anything, but she knew he was thinking it.

"You didn't keep in contact. For all I knew you could have-"

"Don't, Jack." It was then that Jack realised she had been crying. After a minute had passed with neither of them saying anything, he sighed.

"Okay." He said. "I'm sorry." And he trudged through the dirt towards the den, taking a seat next to Elsa and putting an arm over her shoulders. It was easier than when they were children; if they were to stand up he was sure that she would be far smaller than him, and it made him feel odd for some reason.

"We don't have to talk about it. Not today. But tomorrow I want answers." She was staring at him, stunned, and he looked away, giving her a small nudge that prompted her to relax, her head slowly lowering until it hit his shoulder. His voice was quiet, as if he already regretted saying it. "I deserve that much."

Elsa swallowed. "I'm sorry."

"I know."