weissqueenschnee asked:
If you're taking prompts how about "Honeymaren gets hurt in a fight and Elsa gets so angry her eyes glow"
Hohohoho someone knows what I like!
Elsa entered the lavvo in a brisk move, happy and beaming, a paper in hand.
"Hey, I just received a letter from Anna. She's very early today! She says hi, and that the cooks have been using a lot of the spice blend since you've brought it last time. She loves it!"
Honeymaren only answered with a silent nod, which the blonde found weird. She expected some sarcasm from her girlfriend, or at least a sassy remark.
Instead, the brunette only remained still, sitting at her place on the bed and staring at her with a neutral expression. Elsa frowned.
"Are you sure that you're okay? You kind of startled when I entered, like you–"
In fact, Elsa knew precisely what Honeymaren's expression meant.
"…Were hiding something from me." Finished the Snow Queen in a mutter. Her voice had gone lower because she couldn't believe it and also because her jaw her suddenly got tighter.
The Northuldra gulped. She couldn't hide it anymore. So maybe minimize it? "It's nothing, really. So, you were talking about Anna?"
However, the topic change, even on Elsa's favorite subject, was absolutely inefficient. In a blink, Elsa had been shortening the distance between the wooden box in which she had stored her sister's letter as usual, and the covers of the bed, on which Honeymaren now retracted in a jolt.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorr–"
"Let me see."
A silence passed. The brunette frowned, with a bit of fascination. "How do you know that it's something physical?"
"I know you. And your forearm is suspiciously hidden under the pelts."
Honeymaren sighed, then smiled. "You really have lynx eyes, uh? Damn, no wonder why you get along so well with them. Solitary but brilliant…"
"Now's not the time for compliments, love. Show me. Your. Arm."
The Northuldra's smile turned into a wince. Too bad that 'love' was said with such authority.
Elsa knew her by heart, and she knew her just as well. She would not appreciate the sight that would follow. And indeed, the blonde's expression switched to panic when she saw the gigantic bruise on her skin.
Time had passed since the injury happened, and in addition to Honeymaren's tan skin, the bruise now looked deep purple. Elsa delicately took the arm with her hands and softly raised it to see closer, her heart crushing when she saw that it hurt Honeymaren even with all her care and without touching the part in question.
"When did that happen? How did you do this to yourself? This is huge!"
The brunette tilted her head, looking elsewhere. "I didn't do that myself, it's…"
She interrupted herself, gulping. She talked too much. She should never have said that.
"…What?" Murmured Elsa's voice, frigidly cold.
The Snow Queen rose her head slowly, so slowly it was scary, and stared at her in a way that could have frozen an entire pack of hungry wolves in their tracks. Perhaps almost literally. For Elsa's eyes were glowing blue, brightening as a source of light in the dimmed lavvo. Her irises normally were arctic blue in the sunlight, but there it was pure and intense magic that filled them.
"Who."
She had asked that with gritted teeth, and it took a while for Honeymaren to register the simple word.
"Uhm…"
"Honey. Who did that to you."
The brunette put her other hand on Elsa's shoulder to calm her down. It was bare, as usual, and as cold as a metal tool that had been left outside during a winter night. She could only imagine how cold her outfit was below.
"Look, it was an accident…"
"Answer me."
The glow seemed to intensify, and even the dumbest person on Earth wouldn't want to stand up to the Snow Queen in this moment. Honeymaren gulped.
"Biejas. Yesterday evening, when we trained before dusk, right before meal. He really didn't mean to!" She quickly added, seeing how Elsa's brain was putting the pieces together. "It's my fault, if anything. I stumbled over a root and he took that as an opportunity to strike me with his staff on my arm. And you know how strong he is…"
Elsa suddenly stood up, and Honeymaren gasped, kneeling up on the bed. "Wait! It's my fault, really! I thought it would be a great practice to challenge our strongest male warrior, and I paid for it, that's all…"
Nevertheless, her sentences had no effect on the Fifth Spirit, who now was about to leave the lavvo. Honeymaren stretched out an arm to her.
"Please don't kill him!"
She then blinked at her own words. "I mean, of course you're not going to, but… Please don't hurt him."
Elsa sighed. She had her back turned to the brunette, so the latter couldn't tell if it was of annoyance or resolution. "I won't." She replied. "I'll just… Give him the fright of his life, so he will be careful next time he trains with you."
On those words, she passed the door, and maybe it was Honeymaren's imagination but the air around her seemed warmer instantly. She let out a nervous exhale.
"For Ahtohallan's sake, please don't make him pee himself…" She said, getting out of bed with a groan.
She then rummaged through the wicker cabinets. "Now, where's that bandage roll…"
