chiaraslittlethings asked:

Elsamaren headcanon here:

What if Elsa just minding her own business around the forest when suddenly she sees Honeymaren doing some manual work and she's all *gay panic (She's so beautiful omg)*


looool okay how about a different POV for once?


"Elsa!"

The blonde didn't respond.

"E… Elsa…?"

Now the young Northuldra girl was starting to doubt about the appellation she was supposed to have toward the newcomer in the tribe. Maybe she only reacted to her role, and she blamed herself for being too informal with her. She cleared her throat. "Fifth Spirit? Hello?"

Elsa remained still, her eyes not moving.

"Oh, right. Your Majesty?" Tried the Northuldra, already preparing an apology for her act.

No reaction.

Weird. Such a royal title should have taken her out of her daydream. Though, the young girl wasn't born yet when royals from Arendelle had come before the Mist fell, and she didn't remember the two sisters asking to be called Queen and Princess. So now she was utterly lost. She gulped as she realize only one option was left. Naturally shaking her hand in front of her face. But how would she dare?! Elsa was the chosen one. Ahtohallan herself had given her powers to grant her access to her core. It was the biggest honor of all. She blushed at the idea of being so harsh and direct. They weren't even such friends… The blonde had only joined them less than a month ago. And now that she came to think of it, Elsa had always showed respect, calm actions and regal gestures. So why was she jaw dropping like that?

The Northuldra girl turned around to follow her gaze, and then she understood. Her timid expression switched to a huge grin. She turned back to Elsa, now with a smirk.

And she snapped her fingers in front of her face.

The Fifth Spirit startled like she had just remembered the importance of oxygen, blinking at the fingers that obstructed her vision and brought her back to the land of mortals.

"Sorry for being so familiar, but I get what you're doing, and that actually is something I'm familiar with… Having eyes for Honeymaren, aren't ya?"

The lost azure blue eyes of the blonde suddenly widened, and her pale features filled with a deep blush.

"I- Uh… I'm…"

She couldn't form a correct sentence. The Northuldra giggled slightly.

"Having a seizure?" She finished to help the poor woman process her feelings.

Of course, it's not what Elsa had planned to say, so she continued with a chuckle: "You know, it happened twice this week. Not you, other girls." She precised quickly. "We've told Honeymaren to wear a damn long sleeve shirt when she's lifting wood, but she's a stubborn soul and find it more comfortable with a top without sleeves. Hmm… You two would get along well, I suppose. Ryder told me you're quite stubborn as well."

Elsa blushed even more, now clearly embarrassed and looking elsewhere. Her eyes instinctively landed on Honeymaren in the distance again, so she quickly looked down and pretended that her ice sandals needed inspection.

"Hey, just for your information, we're several women loving women in our tribe. I also have those sort of… Blank moments. Not with Honeymaren, she's not my type. But I'd recognize that stare anywhere."

Elsa frowned. Why was this girl giving her this remark? She was several years younger than hers, for gods' sake! The blonde lifted her head quickly for an assertive scold, when she realized that Honeymaren was walking towards them, depositing wood near the spot where they currently were tying up wool. She gasped and closed her mouth in a thin line, so fast that the Northuldra girl with her lifted an eyebrow.

"She's coming." Whispered Elsa, her voice in a squeak. "Please do something. Anything."

The girl smiled and gave her a calming gesture. "Okay. Deep breath. Look at the wool and act like you're sorting it. Which is… What we were doing before your mind flew elsewhere."

Elsa blushed again, and nodded discreetely though fiercely.

But even if her eyes were on the cords now, her brain had a sight that was printed to it like with hot iron: Honeymaren with glistening arms clenching in the sunlight, wearing a smile as warm as the sun while she helped around.