wirftw asked:

Prompt: Magic Worshiping Nomads visit the Northuldra to see Elsa, and she's, like, NOPE.


(lol wth I love how random that is)


"NOOOPE, nope nope nope." Muttered Elsa, entering hers and Honeymaren's lavvo in a rush.

The speed and energy she put in coming in as fast as she could, and nearly slamming the round wooden panel door behind her, made her look like she had become Gale herself.

"This is bad, this is really bad, I don't like this, nonono." She mumbled under her breath.

Honeymaren looked at her in the reflection of the mirror and frowned. She turned around, her hands still busy knotting her braid. "What is it, love?"

Elsa couldn't answer. She had started pacing left and right in front of the bed, her hands running through her hair, her chest waving with her panic, and Honeymaren could almost see the frost joining her white bangs in the early morning light passing through the lavvo's slits.

"Are you okay?" Worried the Northuldra. She then smirked. "Ooooh, let me guess. You forgot how to heat up the pot, uh? I suggested to help, but you said no. You know, I won't be mad at you if you just cheat and ask Bruni for help." She giggled. "See, normal fire isn't easy to start. That's what you get from trying to be cute and insisting on me to stay inside to make breakfast for us."

Honeymaren followed her partner with her eyes, expecting Elsa to smile at her or tease her too in return, but she did none of that and kept pacing, mumbling something to herself intensely. The brunette frowned again.

"…Why does cooking put you in such a state? I'm fine with just berries, you know…"

"It's not that." Finally managed to articulate Elsa, though she stammered a bit, and her voice was trembling just as much as her hands, which she clenched together. "It's… The… Those… People…"

Honeymaren blinked.

"Are you feverish? No, Anna told me once that you couldn't possibly. Though she also told me about some kind of weird cold you get when you're over excited about something… But that's clearly not your current state, isn't it?"

Elsa's rapid breathing underlined her current panic, and it was an answer on its own. The Northuldra widened her eyes, and immediately stood up from her stool to join her side.

"Hey, hey, talk to me. What's going on?"

She wanted to calm her by putting her hands on her shoulders, but Elsa kept moving around. She nervously pointed outside.

"The Magic Worshipping Nomads! They're here!"

Honeymaren widened her eyes. They didn't expect them so soon, and she indeed had planned to help Elsa cope with their meeting, because the blonde had confessed to be really overwhelmed about it.

The Northuldra walked to the door and placed her hand on the wood.

"Don't look!" Exclaimed the blonde.

"Relax, I'm just peeking. You know I'm good at it. Who taught you how to hunt again?" Smiled Honeymaren reassuringly.

Elsa however wasn't in the mood to smile.

The brunette moved the panel just a tiny bit aside to look at the center of the camp, where the Northuldra people were welcoming the other Nomads. In one look, one could see the excitement in their attitude.

"Yeeep, they're definitely here to see you. As in, Fifth Spirit you. Ethereal goddess you."

"Stop it." Moaned Elsa. "You know I'm not worth of those names."

"Well, shit."

The blonde blinked, stopping her pacing to give her a stare. "That's a bit rude."

"No, I mean, shit, they're heading right towards us! Ryder just pointed at our lavvo!"

"Oh gosh."

Elsa had a look through the tiny opening as well, and indeed the Nomads were happily striding to them.

"NO!"

The brunette turned to see her lover's state, when suddenly the blonde tugged on her arm. She barely had the time to stumble backwards and retrieve her balance that Elsa lifted her arms and waved her hands, covering the entrance with a coat of snow on both sides, preventing anyone from entering. Or going out.

"WHY did you do that?!" Gasped Honeymaren.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's the only reflex I could have, I'm genuinely sorry!" Whined Elsa, and sat on the bed in a drop, burying her face in her hands.

Honeymaren wanted to scold her, because this layer of snow was incredibly thick, but it got replaced by admiration. She passed a hand against the unmoving sparkly blanket, and her jaw dropped in awe.

"Well, they wanted to see flawless magic… They'll be served."