A/N: I am back! Kinda crazy. After a three year break I have decided to start writing fanfiction again. It's just too fun. Also, Elsamaren is a perfect ship let's be real. lol Without further ado, this is going to be a short little fic about these two cuties. Probably slow-burn, we'll see. Enjoy and reviews are always welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen otherwise Elsa and Maren would already be a couple, now wouldn't they?
Melting Her Frozen Heart
Chapter One - Koskalaka
The sun was beginning to disappear behind the hills. Elsa stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a Northuldran valley. She knew she should head back to camp to figure out where she would stay for the night, but the view kept her glued to the mossy ground on which she stood. The sunset was breathtaking, but Elsa couldn't help correlating it with the thought that along with it went her old life. Everything she had ever known. It would officially take its leave with the setting sun. After the joy of victory and new revelations had lulled, Elsa became more and more aware that she had no clue what she was doing. She had just abandoned everything and taken upon herself a new life with new responsibilities. Responsibilities she had not the faintest idea how to begin to fulfill. She wasn't really sure why she had chosen to remain with the Northuldra. Some part of her had just known it was the right thing to do.
The sky was lit up with beautiful golds and pinks, the sun finally resting behind the hills and out of sight. Crunching leaves caught Elsa's attention. She glanced behind her and saw Honeymaren approaching. Elsa looked back at the sunset and tensed. She couldn't figure out why yet, but for some reason the Northuldran woman made her very nervous. She sensed that Honeymaren had come to stop beside her. Elsa risked a glance at her; she was looking out at the sky. Elsa wasn't sure how long they both looked out at the clouds before Honeymaren spoke.
"If I may, Spirit," she began. Elsa looked at her. "You're very brave," Honeymaren said. Elsa blinked, surprised and confused, then looked back at the sky. "What you did must've been very hard. To leave everything you've ever known."
Elsa allowed herself a sigh. "It seemed like the right decision at the time, and it still does… but I guess it's just difficult to get used to."
Honeymaren nodded. "I mean, it's an adjustment for us too, albeit a good one, getting used to life without the mist…and we're still in the comfort of our people and our home. But you've left everything." Honeymaren looked at her. "My people are thankful that you stayed." Elsa returned her gaze and smiled gently. Her heart hammered in her chest upon meeting the Northuldran's eyes. They were warm and intense and beautiful and Elsa had the feeling they could almost read her thoughts.
"When I said you belonged here…I meant it, Your Highness," she said, smirking.
Elsa swallowed and blushed for some reason unknown to her. "W-well…I'm not a 'Your Highness' anymore. Please, call me Elsa."
Honeymaren nodded respectfully. "As you wish." She looked back at the faint light from the campfires. "It's getting late. I know you can handle yourself, but I'd feel better if you let me escort you back to camp."
Elsa looked down at her hands clasped in front of her. "Thank you," she replied softly.
She started to walk and realized that Honeymaren was holding out her arm. "Oh. Thank you. I…" Elsa trailed off, not sure where she was going with that sentence. She rather awkwardly looped her arm through Honeymaren's, careful to touch her as little as possible. Old habits die hard, after all. Honeymaren chuckled softly and butterflies flew through Elsa's stomach.
"Have you never been escorted, Your Majesty?"
Elsa swallowed to get the lump out of her throat. "I…well, no actually. I haven't. Maybe by Kristoff or Anna… but most aren't too willing to come that close if they can help it."
Honeymaren huffed a laugh. "Why not?" she asked it as though Elsa's previous admission sounded like the dumbest thing she'd ever heard. "I mean…" she recovered. "You're… a very amicable person. And…you're quite beautiful I don't understand why you wouldn't have had suitors…" Honeymaren cleared her throat.
Leaves crunching under their feet was the only sound they heard for a moment. Elsa tried to ignore the way Honeymaren calling her beautiful had made her feel.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to… that was personal. Ah…what I mean is, you're an amazing person, and I'm surprised no one has seen that sooner. No one with a more romantic intent anyway… I'll stop talking I'm sorry." Honeymaren adjusted her hat.
"No no you're fine. I don't mind. It's not personal, really. Because I haven't had any suitors. Besides, not many suitors really care about the caliber of a person. It's about the money and status."
Honeymaren frowned. "Oh. I see. Well, I'm glad you haven't had any suitors then."
The camp came into view and Elsa felt a pang of loss as Honeymaren unhooked her arm. Before she had time to dissect that bit of information Yelena approached them.
"There you are Great Spirit."
Elsa internally cringed. She didn't like that that was her new title, but she wasn't sure if it would be offensive to tell people to stop using it.
"We have begun work on a lavvo for you, but it will be some time before it is complete. We must decide where you will stay until then."
"She could stay with me…" Honeymaren chimed in. Elsa's heart leapt into her throat again. "Since Ryder moved out I have the extra room."
Yelena glanced at Elsa in askance.
"Um…well I really don't want to impose. I'm sure I could build something on the shores of Ahtohallan that would work just fine until—"
"Please, Your Highness," Honeymaren began. "but I would feel terrible to have the unused extra space while you were sleeping in the cold."
Elsa smiled. "The cold never bothered me, Honeymaren."
"Still. I would feel better…"
Elsa didn't want Honeymaren to worry about her. And she had seen the inside of a few lavvos and the thought of sleeping in one sounded much better than curling up in the snow.
Elsa nodded. "All right, if you insist."
Honeymaren smiled beautifully. "Wonderful. I'll show you the way."
Honeymaren happily extended her arm to Elsa once more. Elsa found herself blushing…again, but she accepted the Northuldran's offer nonetheless. Elsa nodded a farewell to Yelena, and noticed the elder giving Honeymaren a look that reminded Elsa of how she herself looked at Anna when she knew her younger sister was being mischievous. Honeymaren flashed an innocent smile and shrugged at Yelena. Yelena shook her head as the pair walked off.
"What was that about?" Elsa asked.
Honeymaren gave a short laugh. "Oh, Yelena just tends to get suspicious when I invite a woman over. Especially for the night."
Elsa's eyes widened and she felt heat creep up her neck. "How come?"
Honeymaren smiled as if what she was about to tell Elsa was a delicate matter. "Well, I am one of the Koskalaka."
Although Honeymaren gave off her usual strong and confident air, her cheeks were colored and she looked expectantly at Elsa to gauge her reaction.
Elsa looked down. "I'm afraid I don't…know what that means."
Honeymaren nodded. "In your language it would translate as 'Two Spirit,' or, the 'other.'"
They had seemingly arrived at Honeymaren's lavvo. The Northuldran stopped and released Elsa's arm. When Honeymaren turned to face her Elsa could tell that she was, indeed, nervous. Elsa found that interesting. She had never seen Honeymaren nervous before, even in the face of peril. That realization was making Elsa even more nervous than she already had been.
Honeymaren sighed. "You see, when an individual of our tribe does not fit the typical description of 'male' or 'female,' they are called the Koskalaka. Two Spirits do not fall under 'male' or 'female.' I would better be described as 'other' because, while I fall under 'female,' I don't…well, I don't look for my life partner in a male."
Elsa nodded. "I see… so… what does your celibacy have to do with me? Does Yelena…" Elsa's eyes went wide as she thought of the implication that Elsa would—what?—seduce Honeymaren into giving up her celibacy? "I—" Wait, that also implied lesbianism which she was surprised Yelena would assume of her, a queen of Arendelle, then she realized that Honeymaren had said it was only when she invited women over that Yelena was concerned so that must mean… and wait, Honeymaren had said that she wasn't looking for a male as her partn—oh.
Honeymaren scratched the back of her neck and looked down. She breathed a laugh. She could've sworn she could see Elsa's wheels spinning as her brain flew a mile a minute connecting the dots.
"Oh! Oh. Oh." Elsa looked down. Stop saying "oh." she thought.
Crickets.
"You're not celibate."
Honeymaren laughed. "No. Not celibate." She looked up. "But I'm not—I don't…I haven't…not like that." She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"So…you're a-a lesbian?" Elsa was beet red.
Honeymaren clearing her throat. "Maybe? Is that what the blue-bloods call it? Sorry," she blurted. "No offense."
"None taken. As in…you like women. Sexually. Not—" The stars or the trees were suddenly very interesting to the two women. "Not like that… but like that?" Beat. "You think women are beautiful," Elsa blurted, trying to repair the quickly crumbling exchange.
Honeymaren cleared her throat again. "I don't think women are beautiful, they are beautiful."
Elsa coughed. "That's true—I mean you're right. But like you'd kiss one. Not on the head. Or you would I mean…you'd kiss one on the head but...you'd prefer to kiss one on the lips because you're attracted to them but you'd also kiss them on the head but not in a platonic way?…I'll stop talking."
Crickets.
"Hey Elsa I thought you might…whoa are you two okay?"
The women had practically jumped out of their skin at Ryder's voice.
"Yeah."
"Yep."
They said simultaneously.
"Fine, thanks," Elsa murmured.
"What's up, Ryder?" Honeymaren asked. Her voice shook.
"Uh… I just heard that Elsa was staying here tonight and I remembered that I took the extra bed roll out when me and Kade went hunting so I brought a fresh one. Sorry."
Honeymaren accepted the roll and blankets and nodded tightly. "Thanks."
"Okaay so…goodnight!"
Ryder scurried away, leaving the women still quite speechless and awkward. Finally, Honeymaren spoke.
"Um…look, Elsa, you don't have to stay here tonight. I promise, I was just trying to be polite and there isn't anyone else with the open space. There was no…ulterior motive…" Elsa blushed. Honeymaren put her hand on her head. "You know what, you can have the lavvo," she suggested. "I'll sleep outside, okay?"
Elsa looked up. "No! No, you don't have to do that, really. I'm not so uncultured that I…or shallow that I would…" She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "You don't have to. Really."
"Are you sure? It's not a problem…"
Elsa smiled. "Of course I'm sure. I trust you and there's no reason you should get kicked out of your own tent because of something like this."
Honeymaren nodded. "All right."
The still-blushing Northuldran pulled the entrance flap to the side and held it for Elsa. Elsa smiled and stepped inside, coming very close to Honeymaren in the process. She smelled really good, Elsa realized. Like fresh wood and the light refreshing smell just after rain. As soon as Elsa was inside, Honeymaren mumbled something about getting a fire started and began bringing in wood from outside the lavvo.
The inside of the lavvo was very tidy except for wood shavings all over the desk to the left. Elsa approached it and gasped at the figurine atop the shavings. It was a strong, beautiful horse that looked just like the Nokk.
Elsa looked back at Honeymaren. She was kneeling beside the fire pit in the center of the lavvo, striking flint and steel. Elsa found herself transfixed on the way that Honeymaren's eyebrows creased as she focused, and how her tongue stuck out just slightly. It was cute, actually. Elsa looked down and remembered her reason for looking at the Northuldran in the first place.
"This is very well done," she said, complimenting the little wooden Nokk.
Honeymaren's head snapped up the moment Elsa spoke. "Oh, thank you. I like to whittle on my spare time."
Honeymaren bent over and blew on her small flames. Before long, there was a nice fire warming the lavvo. Elsa returned the wooden Nokk to his spot on the desk among the wood shavings. Although the fire seemed to be complete, Honeymaren seemed to be finding little things she could do to busy herself. She fidgeted with the wood and put the flint and steel back in its case. Elsa knew that she had made things awkward for the her. And herself for that matter. Her heart was still racing.
"Honeymaren…" She had the dark-haired woman's attention instantly. Elsa found that her stomach did a few back flips every time her blue eyes met Honeymaren's brown. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry into your personal matters." Honeymaren shook her head but Elsa continued before she could speak. "But it's good…to get to know you. I mean I know that…lesbianism can be somewhat of a taboo topic among the…blue-bloods… but I could never think differently of you because of it or…or anything like that. I think it's…well, I think it's a beautiful thing...that your people are accepting of it and…" she trailed off.
Honeymaren smirked. "Me too."
The Northuldran's confidence seemed to have returned, and she went back to tidying up her fire tools at a more efficient pace than before. Elsa nodded awkwardly and wondered why speaking to her was so difficult. The firelight cast beautiful shadows across Honeymaren's features. Although she didn't need the firelight to be beautiful, Elsa remarked to herself. The Northuldran was truly breathtaking.
"Are you hungry?" Honeymaren asked.
Elsa blinked and noticed a smirk tugging at the dark woman's cheek. She had caught her staring.
"Yes…yeah I am a little." Elsa rubbed her arm. No she wasn't. Why had she said that?
Honeymaren retrieved a box from the desk Elsa was leaning against. Elsa stood taller as the Northuldran approached and goodness why did the woman smell so heavenly? Elsa teetered a little and unfortunately Honeymaren noticed. Elsa stiffened even more than she already had been when Honeymaren's hand moved to Elsa's forearm and lower back to steady her.
"You must be exhausted," she said. "Here, sit."
Honeymaren made sure Elsa was seated and then began to place green vegetables, legumes and nuts into a pan beside the water she had already started to boil for tea.
"I'll just make you something quick and then you can sleep."
Elsa nodded. Her heart was pounding.
Try as she might, Elsa could not stop the blush creeping up her neck. Goodness she hoped Honeymaren didn't get the wrong idea about her. What if Honeymaren liked her? What if Honeymaren thought Elsa liked her? Elsa frowned. No, that wasn't fair to Honeymaren. Just because Elsa was a woman that didn't mean Honeymaren liked her. Besides, how could she? Elsa was full of baggage and she was quiet and introverted and awkward as all get out—
"Are you sure you're all right, my lady?"
Elsa's blush flared from her neck to her cheeks as she looked up to find Honeymaren had knelt in front of her. "Y-yes…" For a brief moment Honeymaren's gaze paralyzed Elsa. It was full of concern and confidence and a protective strength… Elsa nodded. "Yes. Sorry." She shook her head. "I'm just so tired."
Honeymaren nodded and retreated to her bed in the left corner of the spacious lavvo. Vaguely, her brain recognized Honeymaren making small talk about Elsa getting a good night's rest. However, the Snow Queen could only watch with growing panic as Honeymaren unfastened her belt and pulled her tunic over her head. After laying those items aside on her bed she pulled off her long-sleeved shirt, causing Elsa to suddenly find the fire very interesting. The Winter Spirit released the icy breath she had unconsciously been holding when her peripheral noticed that the Northuldran had only stripped down to a sleeveless undershirt, not completely, like Elsa had thought. Why was she so anxious! Her palms were sweating. She had been around other people who were attracted to women. Countless men and suitors who would even look at her like she was a piece of meat but that never bothered her. So why, when Honeymaren was simply minding her own business and being polite and kind and wonderful, was she so nerv—
"…that said, when we begin work on your lavvo, about what size would you like, Spirit?"
Elsa's pulse was still pounding in her throat. She swallowed and forced herself to look at the Northuldran. Elsa stifled a gasp and tried to ignore the way that Honeymaren's unassuming arms were much more muscled than they looked under her clothes.
"I-" Elsa hadn't realized just how dry her mouth was until she opened it and it made an annoying clicking sound. "Nothing fancy or big…I-I don't need anything…like that."
Honeymaren looked up from taking off her socks. "Oh, it's no trouble at—Spirit, is it the fire?" The brunette face-palmed. "Goodness, I didn't even think about that. Is the fire too hot for you?"
Elsa shook her head. "Oh no, not the fire." What the hell? What was that supposed to mean?! Elsa had no answer for her internal interrogator. "I mean… m-my temperature f-fluctuates…a lot…when I'm…" When I'm what?! Freaking out because I've never felt my stomach do so many flip-flops? "When I'm…" Say. Something. "My temperature fluctsuate—fluctsuates…" Apparently she couldn't pronounce that word. Elsa huffed a nervous laugh. "You know what I mean."
Elsa would swear that her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the look that Honeymaren gave her just then. It was…a knowing look. An amused look. Very amused. Her brown eyes quickly scanned Elsa's features and her smirk was far from retired for the night.
And then she chuckled. It was soft and deep and somehow sent a shiver through the Snow Queen. Elsa looked down and let out a little nervous laugh. She hoped to make up for the way she was acting. Not only was she nervous about this interaction, she was also internally trying to piece out what all of this meant. Why on Earth was she acting this way? She just wanted to go to bed so that she could start fresh with a new day to be able to piece through all of this.
Honeymaren nodded. "I understand."
Before too long Honeymaren and Elsa sat across from each other with the fire somewhat in between them. Elsa was thankful for the hot tea and vegetables that Honeymaren had made. It calmed her and made her realize just how tired she really was.
"When was the last time you slept, Your Majesty?"
Tired as Elsa was, she still managed to give the Northuldran a little glare. "I thought we agreed that you would call me Elsa."
Honeymaren looked down with an adorable guilty smile that made Elsa practically choke on her tea. "You're right. Forgive me. Elsa."
Elsa found that she liked the way her name sounded on Honeymaren's lips. Her voice was a beautiful, deep alto and her lips truly were perfect.
"So?"
Elsa looked up. Where had that thought come from? She hoped Honeymaren hadn't noticed. She just…she didn't know what was coming over her. She did need rest.
Elsa frowned. "Um…it's been a while," she responded.
Honeymaren's gave her a disapproving look. "You know you didn't need to help my people re-build today. There's plenty of time for that. You could've been resting."
Elsa nodded. "I know, but I wanted to…"
"You almost died, Elsa. Or rather…you did die, didn't you?"
Elsa shivered as the memory of that surreal experience flashed across her mind's eye. "Yes."
Honeymaren leaned forward. "What was that like?"
"It was…quiet. For a moment. Darkness and then light." She squinted into the fire, willing herself to remember. "I saw my mother. In person this time, not through the lens of Ahtohallan. She smiled at me. Told me I was meant for something else on the Earth and that it was not yet my time. She said that the Great Spirit would reward me for being faithful. I asked her, 'Faithful to what?' She said, 'To good, to yourself, and to love.' She said that I would find a new purpose." Elsa met Honeymaren's rapt gaze. "When you said that I belonged here…I knew that was what my mother had meant. To what end…I wasn't informed. But she told me that I would know good things. Blessings. And I'm thankful. I'm thankful to be around such kind and wonderful people. The first half of my life I…well. That's another story."
Honeymaren nodded. "I know things have been hard for you. Someone as kindhearted and selfless and incredible as you deserves far more than what you have gone through in the past."
Elsa looked down, embarrassed from the Northuldran's praise.
"And now, let's kick those blessings off with a good night's sleep after days without rest."
Elsa smiled as a thoughtful Honeymaren unrolled the wad of pelts and furs Ryder had brought.
"Will this be enough? If you get too cold don't hesitate to wake me…" She stopped and chuckled. With a wave of her hand Elsa blew a little gust of wind and snowflakes that fluttered around Honeymaren. Honeymaren stared in awe and held up her hands in defeat. "The cold doesn't bother you. Right."
Seeming satisfied with Elsa's bed, Honeymaren returned to her own. Elsa ran her fingers through the furs but didn't move to sit or get into the bed. She was still learning the ways of the Northuldra and was honestly just really awkward about sleeping in the same room with a beautiful woman she hardly knew.
When Elsa looked up Honeymaren was taking her pants off. The Snow Queen's pulse spiked and her blush returned full force. She quickly realized that the Northuldran was wearing shorts underneath. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. Of course Honeymaren wasn't going to just strip with her standing right there. Elsa told herself to calm down. She blinked. Those shorts were short. Very short. And tight for goodness sake she didn't realize the Northuldra made clothing that tight and—oh.
Elsa tore her eyes away from incredible, toned thighs and hoped that Honeymaren hadn't caught her staring. She began to slowly remove her shoes so that she would seem busy with something. Honeymaren started humming softly to herself. She had such a lovely voice. Elsa looked up and her breath hitched. Chestnut hair was being taken down by rough yet beautiful hands. Honeymaren worked her fingers through the weaves of her braid and eventually loosed it all. Her locks fell in waves across muscled arms and down her back. Apparently, there was nowhere Elsa could look that wasn't going to cause difficulty breathing, so she might as well get used to it.
Honeymaren looked up. "Oh, forgive me, do you need sleep-ware, Your High—Elsa?"
Elsa swallowed. Why did her throat feel like sandpaper? "N-no, no. Thank you. I can manage…"
Honeymaren opened her mouth to assure the Queen that it would be no trouble, but the words turned into a slow intake of breath. The Northuldran felt her chest become heavy with awe at the view before her. After an upward shrug, Elsa's garments began to sparkle with magic. Her gown started to disappear and Honeymaren's heart hammered faster. Although she knew, logically, that the Snow Queen was simply making it shorter for sleep…she couldn't help her anxiety over Elsa's perfect, long legs.
Stop looking at them look at her eyes for the Spirits' sake! Honeymaren thought.
In mere moments what was once a flattering, pristine white dress became a just-as-flattering nightgown. It came down to right above Elsa's knees, and was sleeveless other than two thin shoulder straps. Honeymaren fought desperately not to notice the way Elsa's collarbone was very visible along with the slightest cleavage beneath it.
"What?" The Fifth Spirit asked, her cheeks colored a beautiful pink, and her hand sliding up her arm out of embarrassment.
Honeymaren realized she was gawking. "Wow."
Elsa looked down, a shy smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Wow I mean…I've never seen you..do that before…" Honeymaren was truly mesmerized by Elsa's magic. Almost as much as she was by the Snow Queen herself.
A thought dawned on the Northuldran. "How on Earth do you make clothes out of snow?! Or is it ice? Whoa is it ice?!"
Honeymaren's curiosity got the better of her as it quite often did, and she walked over to get a closer look at the fabric of Elsa's nightgown. She noticed Elsa inhale as she approached and wondered why. She hoped she wasn't making Elsa uncomfortable.
Before she could ask or say something respectful, Elsa spoke, "I'm not sure, really." She offered the hem of the bottom of the nightgown. "You can feel it if you'd like."
Honeymaren's heart decided it would rather hang out in her throat. She swallowed it back down. Careful not to get anywhere near Elsa, she took the garment between her fingers and was surprised at how cool it was. Not unbearably cold. Perfect. Just like its creator. Honeymaren mentally rolled her eyes at her own antics. She was attracted to Elsa, sure, I mean of course she was, how could you not be? But she knew she needed to control this attraction to be sure that it was true, and besides, she wasn't even sure if Elsa was inclined toward women as she was.
"Wow, it's so soft!"
Elsa chuckled softly and beautifully, covering her mouth with her hand. Honeymaren grinned at the Fifth Spirit's cute and dainty habit. Elsa was a walking contradiction that amazed her. She could go from being a fierce warrior to a soft-spoken dainty woman. And yet Honeymaren couldn't imagine her as anything different.
Honeymaren stood as Elsa's laugh died away and found herself lost in ethereal blue eyes. She cleared her throat gently and said, "You know, Spirit, I've never seen the Northern Lights… but from the legends I've heard of them I would think they look much like your eyes."
She watched as a blush darkened the Fifth Spirit's pale cheeks. Elsa sputtered, "I…you flatter me, b-but I assure you the Northern Lights are incredible."
Honeymaren smiled. "I don't know, Your Highness, your eyes are pretty incredible."
Elsa huffed, exasperated, though smiling nonetheless. She shook her head, "You're incorrigible."
Honeymaren shrugged. "I'm honest."
With that, Honeymaren returned to her bunk and Elsa found herself fighting to keep her eyes from gawking lower than was respectful.
"Wake me should you need anything, Elsa."
Elsa swallowed and nodded. "I will, thank you."
The Snow Queen crawled under the covers and let herself sink into the warm and welcoming soft furs. She realized just how tired she was. Exhausted more like. And her heart was still hammering in her chest. If Elsa was honest, she was more than a little concerned about everything happening to her body. Her heart shouldn't be racing like this and she felt feverish. She hoped she wasn't coming down with something. That was the last thing she wanted. She was sure Honeymaren didn't want a bunch of snowgies running around her home.
She focused on the fire flickering in the center of the lavvo and made her breathing intentional in hopes to relax.
"Goodnight, Elsa."
Elsa's pulse spiked right back up. "Goodnight, Honeymaren."
Elsa slowly released a shaky breath and pushed one of the furs away from her neck. As flustered as she was, however, the Fifth Spirit found herself quickly succumbing to sleep.
Honeymaren lay awake for another hour at least. She sighed and acknowledged the obvious fact that she was falling hard for the Snow Queen. She couldn't help but wonder if Elsa's flustered behavior was because she liked her back, or because she was intimidated by Honeymaren's admission to her earlier. She could only wait and dare to hope.
A/N: Well, there you have it. Again don't be shy with reviews and also feel free to leave one-shot prompts! I love them :)
I'll try to update this as soon as I can. Usually I don't begin posting a fic until I have already completed it, but I really wanted to get this out there.
Peace!
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