Honeymaren lifted her eyes when the Snow Queen walked down the stairs. And the stare she gave to Elsa became so intense that the latter thought for a second that her knees would buckle and she would fall over the remaining steps.
Honeymaren's chestnut irises were overfilled with admiration and, undeniably, devotion, which Elsa could see with no exaggeration from where she stood.
First off, Honeymaren absolutely lost it at the sole vision of the outfit being made out of ice. Sure, Elsa wore custom ice literally every day since they met, except for some moments when she tried traditional Northuldra tunics. But Honeymaren firmly believed that she would die before she would stop being impressed by the creative goddess. Secondly, the dress seemed to be ahead of its time in terms of fashion. Even Honeymaren, who didn't care much about that domain, could notice that Elsa had been inspired by Anna's very modern and beautiful outfit, and had made it even better, without imitating it. The upper part of it was like a suit, with buttons made out of the most refined and semi-transparent ice, crocuses adorning them. It made the dress look like a bespoke outfit, which made sense as it obviously was. The collar was in the shape of a V, with a neckline that looked like a cleavage without being one, which drove a part of Honeymaren's brain completely wild. Every edge of that suit had tiny shining finitions made with ice thread, that looked like swirls and curls typical of Winter. The rest of the dress was a long, floor-length classical gown, but with patterns starting from Elsa's navel - which was underneath the suit part - and reaching the bottom of it. The patterns looked like, or rather, mentally corrected Honeymaren, definitely were, trails of frost spreading against the fabric like refined lacework.
The ensemble was stunning. It was simple yet sophisticated, and the dark purple color of the Arendelle flag really served this paradox with its tone.
Somehow, the color enlightened Elsa's azure blue eyes, and Honeymaren's gaze lifted from the dress to her face. Her eyes also instinctively, or maybe in a predatory way, drifted to Elsa's mouth, and her heart made a leap at the sight of her lipstick.
Yet the Northuldra quickly felt subdued by the mighty presence of the Spirit as she walked forward.
Okay, maybe she wasn't objective, and maybe that she was so lovestruck she exaggerated things. But Elsa was making a clear impression; several members of the staff had turned around, and a waiter nearly dropped his tray at her passage.
Now only a few meters away from each other, Honeymaren let out a blissed sigh.
"Sweet Mother Ahtohallan, you are gorgeous."
"That's my line." Whispered Anna with a smirk.
Elsa nudged her sister's ribs with her elbow to stop her teasing, in a way that meant 'Let me enjoy that, okay?'. Though she was happy to see that Honeymaren picked some words from Anna's vocabulary after spending so much time with her lately.
The Fifth Spirit smiled widely at the passionate stare the brunette was giving her now that the space was closed between them and their auras embraced. Elsa was about to say something but Anna stepped forward.
"Honeymaren, you should close your mouth. I know that we have less bugs here than in the Forest, but still. You never know." She ruined on purpose.
Honeymaren blushed and immediately closed her jaw, gulping a bit in embarrassment but also with technical need because she had forgotten to breathe normally for the past seconds. Her shame was actually funny, and Elsa resigned to scold her sister.
"Sorry for taking so long. Are you guys okay?" She asked, internally smirking because even if she was looking at everyone, she could still feel Honeymaren's astonished look on her. "Are any of you hungry? We could have a snack break. It's going to be a long day."
The boys said they were okay, and when Elsa turned to the Northuldra to make sure that she was too, the brunette hadn't lost any of her blush, actually even more flustered now that the azure blue eyes had set on her again.
"I'm pretty. I mean, I'm pretty good! I'm pretty good." Corrected Honeymaren quickly, and thankfully she didn't see Anna's smile behind Elsa. "I'm not a snack. In need of any snack." She corrected again, enraged against herself for failing so hard at a simple sentence.
She dearly hoped that they thought she was only having trouble with their language and not because she lost control over her tongue at her sight. Wait, control of her tongue?
[from 'Healing The Blooming Crocus']