Prompt: Elsa gets hurt (broken arm or something) and Honey makes her feel better.
Elsa hissed, but not loudly, for she did all she could to minimize her reactions.
It was both because she hated to be annoying and didn't want Honeymaren to take too much care, for she had tasks to attend, and because, despite having healed from it, she still was marked by the 'Conceal, don't feel' motto of her father.
"Hey. It's gonna be okay. Hold my hand, alright?" Said Honeymaren's soothing voice, feeling like a warm whisper through Elsa's soul even though she had been talking normally.
Elsa shook her head.
"No, I told you earlier, we shouldn't do that, I'm hurt and maybe I'm gonna–"
"Lose control and freeze my hand?" Finished the Northuldra, almost eye-rolling. "Elsa, please. You've been the Fifth Spirit for months now. We both now you're in complete harmony with your powers since your first visit to Ahtohallan."
Elsa looked down in introspection and thought of something to argue back, for she really wanted to insist on her safety. Therefore, she missed Honeymaren's discreet nod to the healer, who had been holding Elsa's arm the whole time.
The other Northuldra nodded firmly, and without any warning, suddenly snapped back Elsa's arm to place the articulations correctly.
The Snow Queen yelled in pain and instinctively grabbed Honeymaren's hand. The latter expected it, but it surprised her; despite the situation, Elsa felt better to cope with her pain by holding the brunette's hand. Honeymaren blushed slightly. And of course, Elsa's hand was nothing but cold in her palm.
However, she was almost breaking her fingers by how hard she was squeezing them, or rather clenching them. Hopefully, the Northuldra had enough experience in battle blows to forget that pain and instead help Elsa out.
"Odin's name!" Shouted the blonde, her breathing turning to a constricted wheeze.
The Northuldra snorted. "You're lucky your arm wasn't broken and that it could be switched back." She smiled, but Elsa only grunted in return.
After her smile, Honeymaren frowned. "Who's that 'Odin'?"
The pain was now passed, and the healer massaged Elsa's arm to soothe her muscles.
"You're jealous?" Smirked the blonde, lifting her head and seeing exactly that emotion on Honeymaren's face.
The Northuldra denied. "NO. I mean, hum, no. No, why would I… Who… Who's that? I just wanted to know."
Elsa's smirk stretched. "Not an actual person I know. It's a god, Honeymaren. I was just swearing to a god."
The Northuldra blinked. "Oh. Ohhh. I'm sorry, I'm… I'm so stupid."
She wanted to tap her forehead with her hand, but forgot that it was in Elsa's, and it was awkward when their fingers moved together. Honeymaren cancelled the gesture to in fact keep her fingers where they were, and now Elsa was the one to blush.
"Here. It's over." Informed the healer.
"Is it really…" Murmured Elsa, her eyes not leaving their hands.
The Northuldra cleared her throat to get the attention of the two, asked if they needed anything else, then left.
Elsa couldn't tell how much time had passed between the moment when the healer stood up and the moment her mouth stopped being dry to talk again.
"I, uh… Thank you."
"I didn't do much." Smiled the brunette. "The healers are the amazing ones."
Elsa had a different opinion on that. To her, Honeymaren was the amazing one.
"But you saw me injured and brought me here. Thank you."
The Northuldra smirked. "About that, we better teach you how to properly climb trees, or you will not have enough gods to scream names of."
Elsa laughed.
Honeymaren smiled, delighted by her joy and happy to see that she was feeling better than when she had found her agonizing.
Would she ever tell her that she was the goddess she would probably swear the name of?
