A/N: Thank you guys for your reviews. :) I know i'm updating this a lot right now, but you know when it's in your head, you have to get it out! This chapter will provide some back story. Also, long chapter! Please enjoy.

Jack's mother watched as he limped back and forth from his closet, to his mirror, over and over for at least an hour. She sat outside of the door in a chair that had been pulled up, and behind her stood his father. The two of them couldn't wipe the confusion off of their faces as their son showed some of the aspects of him that had been lost for too long.

All they knew was that he had come home from his therapy in brighter spirits than they had seen him in since before his deployment. Why though he was changing his outfit over and over requesting his parents to tell him how he looked, they did not know. However, since this meant he was actually doing something, they did not care what the reason was.

Jack stopped in front of them for the tenth time wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of dark jeans. "What about this one?" He said, raising both eyebrows.

"Son.." His father began, taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. "Your mother and I love you, and have never had an issue with your quirks, but may I ask why you have decided to model for us?"

Jack rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "I'm going to my physical therapists to cook her dinner tomorrow night. I don't want to look like I just rolled out of bed in the same clothes I've been wearing."

His parents both perked up.

"A girl?" His mom exclaimed. She looked back at her husband, who shared the same look of incredulity.

Jack held up a hand to both of them, letting out a soft laugh. "It's not... like that. I met her yesterday, she's where I was last night - no mom, not like that - I told you, it was raining, she let me stay on her couch. Then I find out this morning she's my physical therapist."

"Sounds like fate to me son." Said his father, before he turned to leave, a smile on his face.

Elsa sat curled up on her sofa, her sister next to her. They both held a cup of hot chocolate, the steam rising into their noses.

"Mmm. Chocolate..." They both exclaimed, before giggling.

Since Elsa's husband had died, Anna had spent the majority of her time at her home, keeping her company. Each day was the same. Elsa would wake to Anna bringing coffee and breakfast, and they would go for a run. After a hard day of work (Elsa at the rehabilitation center, and Anna at school.) Elsa would curl up on the couch, and a few days a week Anna would sneak away to join her.

Lately, however, Anna had begun seeing someone and while she would still make it over one or twice a week, it left Elsa feeling lonely and missing her sister.

"So," Elsa began after taking a sip of her hot chocolate, "How is Kristoff?"

Anna took a gulp of her hot chocolate, leaving a brown mustache in its wake that she ignored. "Oh, he's good. Better than that last jerk I dated. I really want you to meet him Elsa.. I think you'll like him."

Elsa stared at her sister, smiling. "Oh, how about tomorrow night? You can bring him over. Jack, the guy from this morning? He's coming to cook me dinner." She ignored her sisters pointed stare.

"A man... is coming to cook you dinner?" Anna questioned.

"Yes, Anna. He's also my patient. Nothing more."

"Why can't it be something more?"

"Anna... you know why. I-I can't. I tried dating remember?"

"But Elsa, he seems really nice!"

"I just met him! You just met him! You don't even know him!" Elsa felt something bubbling up inside of her. She felt that fear again, the fear of loneliness tipping over the edge.

"I always have good premonition about people!" Said Anna with a smile.

Elsa raised a brow at her. "Really... does Hans ring a bell?"

"That was one time."

"Anna, enough is enough! He's just cooking dinner! AH!" In her excitement she tipped her mug, the warm liquid spilling onto her lap. With tears in her eyes, she jumped up running into the kitchen to clean the area.

She felt like she couldn't breathe. Of course, her family had pushed her to begin dating again, and each time it didn't feel right. She was afraid; afraid she would forget about him, and afraid that she would lose someone she loved again. Tears began to spill from her eyes and she sank to the ground again the cabinets.

"Elsa..." Anna peered into the kitchen and walked to her sister, sitting on the floor with her. "I'm sorry...I just want you to be happy."

"I know Anna," replied Elsa. "I want to be happy too."

And together they sat, hand in hand.

The next night Jack stood at the door, cane in one hand, a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Thank you flowers, nothing more He told himself. He had decided on just a regular dark blue t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He pushed the doorbell with a free pinky and stood patiently, waiting. Moments later, the door opened and Elsa stood there with a smile on her face.

She was the kind of woman who looked radiant in what ever she had on it seemed. Whether it was nightwear, scrubs, or the current light blue dress that flowed past her knees, she looked beautiful. Her hair was braided over her shoulder once again, and Jack noticed the small touch of makeup she had put on.

He pushed the flowers forward. "Here. Um, just...as a thank you. You know, for everything so far, and i'm sure everything to come."

She raised an eyebrow looking wary.

"Because... you know, you're my physical therapist." Jack said to her, smirking a bit at the relieved look on her face.

"They're beautiful Jack." Elsa said, taking them in her hands and pressing her nose to them. "Come in. Make yourself at home, Anna and her boyfriend should be here eventually." She disappeared into the kitchen again, he assumed to get a vase.

In he followed her to see the counters covered in different types of foods; raw chicken, vegetables ready to be sliced, bread, cans of tomatoes, and a large bottle of red wine sat waiting to be used.

"You said you weren't much of a cook, and I am... so I figured maybe we could make some chicken cacciatore? I'll show you how, we can do it together... it'll be fun." Elsa said, the vase of flowers now sitting in the center of her four person table, already covered with plates and cutlery.

Fun. Jack used to love fun. In fact, before he had been deployed, he was known as the trickster of his unit. He hadn't had fun in a long, long time. He nodded to her and set his cane against the wall, using the counter to steady himself as he walked.

"And see, it's a good form of therapy too.." She winked at him.

Together, they began to cook. She showed him how to wash and clean the chicken, and he complained about how nasty it felt raw in his hands. They sliced peppers, mushrooms, and garlic together, and occasionally he would sneak a green pepper into his mouth. She giggled when he stared at the cans of tomatoes, confused which went first, and he laughed when she splashed sauce onto her face.

"Here, let me get that.." Still chuckling, Jack reached forward with a paper towel and wiped the red sauce from her cheek. She took a shuttering deep breath, to which he just smiled. "There, good as new." Lifting the paper towel, he showed her the sauce and then dumped it into the trash. "Now, what do we do?"

She stirred the cooking chicken and vegetables in the sauce before placing a cover atop of it. "We wait, and we drink this." She grabbed the bottle of red wine, popping the top with her wine opener and poured him a glass.

They were both smiling warmly at each other, clinking their glasses together when they heard the door open once more.

"Anna!" Elsa exclaimed and on cue, her sister popped into the kitchen dressed in a flowing green dress that fell close to her feet. A muscular blonde man followed behind her looking sheepish.

"Hi Elsa!" A quick hug for her sister, and she went behind the man and pushed him closer to them. "This is Kristoff! My boyfriend..." With a small bite of her bottom lip, Anna nudged Kristoff.

"Hi! Nice to meet you Elsa, I've heard a lot." Said Kristoff, reaching a large hand forward to shake Elsa's smaller hand. Kristoff turned to face Jack who had lifted the cover of the pot to stir the food more. "And nice to meet you..."

"OH, this is my friend Jack!" Said Elsa, who then raised a brow at Jack. "Why are you stirring it more, it's fine!" She said with a giggle, to which her sister looked confused.

Anna gave a small smile, standing back with Kristoff as she watched Jack and Elsa smile at each other. This, she knew, could turn out to be a very interesting night.

"So Jack, my sisters pretty huh?" Anna began, her plate and wine glass empty. Kristoff went to fetch another bottle of wine in the kitchen.

Jack coughed on his sip of wine, and Elsa smacked herself in the hand, glaring between her fingers at her redheaded sister. Jack looked to Elsa and back to Anna, and thankfully before he could answer Kristoff came back in.

"Got the other bottle!" He exclaimed, and he took his seat again, refilling his girlfriends glass.

"Answer me Jack." Anna said, smiling at his uncomfortable look.

"I uh..." Jack looked from Elsa to Anna, then back to Elsa. He let his eyes wander over her face, noting the way her large eyes looked vulnerable. "Yes, she's beautiful." He finished, letting out a deep breath he had been holding in. It didn't help that the amount of wine he had drank was starting to get to his head.

They spent the next couple of hours talking, Elsa mostly drilling Kristoff about what he did for a living and how he planned on taking care of her sister. Jack spent the time just watching, and any time Anna asked a question about him, Elsa would change the subject. As the hours passed, Anna, Elsa, and Jack became tipsier, while Kristoff sat smirking at them all.

"I think it's about time I take this little drunkard home." He finally said, Anna falling fast asleep against his shoulder.

"CHOCOLATE!" She screamed, sitting alert before her eyes began to droop again.

"Yes, I think that's best." Elsa replied, smiling. She stood and gave Kristoff a one armed hug, while Jack shook his hand. They both watched as Kristoff lifted and carried Anna to his car, the door closing behind him.

Elsa turned to face Jack and saw that he had already went into her kitchen, taking the four plates with him. She stood against the door frame and watched as he rinsed and placed them into her dishwasher.

"What are you doing?" She said softly, the wine slurring her speech. She saw him turn his head and smirk at her, his back shaking with a chuckle. Without getting an answer, she pushed the dishwasher closed, and leaned against it. "Why is your hair almost white?" Elsa lifted a hand to ruffle it through his outgrown locks of platinum hair.

Jack stared down at her and then leaned against the counter next to her. His arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know... I was born that way. My mom says I should have been born in somewhere cold. I could have blended in." He chuckled again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. When he opened them again, he saw that she stood in front of him, swaying on spot.

"Maybe you should go to bed Elsa." He said softly, and lifted a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She froze as he touched her, her eyes widening. "Sorry." He whispered and made to move his hand. When he tried however, she lifted her own hand and grabbed it, pressing his palm against her cheek. She leaned into it, sighing inwardly at the feeling of his rough calloused hands against her soft skin. It felt familiar to her.

She stepped towards him, and he could almost feel her nervousness radiating from her. Unsure of what she was trying to do, he stood still. He froze as she reached up her hand, letting her fingertips trail over his scarred eyebrow once more. Elsa stood on her toes, and as the alcohol made her lose her inhibitions, she pressed her lips lightly against his. For a moment, she felt him relax against her, and his hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck, pushing her closer to him. They kissed slowly, and tenderly until -

"Wait... wait." Jack pulled his head back, and she looked up at him, her eyes void of emotion. "I need to go Elsa... you're drunk, and you don't know what you're doing."

"But.." She began, and he watched her eyes began to show hurt inside of them, watering up. "I... i'm sorry. You're right.. Just let yourself out."

Elsa hurried away, disappearing into her room. He heard the door shut and let out a groan. Grabbing his cane, he limped out, ready to face the night as he walked home.