Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: So, clarification on this new... whatever it is...

Yelena made a deal with the river early on in her years as chief. She asked to know the fate of her tribe, to know when the mist would rise. The river told her that the mist would rise after righting past sins (the assassination of her grandfather and the building of the dam), brought on by the sacrifice of the gift (Elsa) given to one for an act of bravery (Iduna saving Agnarr).

The one who righted the wrongs of the past (Elsa) will leave her crown and kingdom (Arendelle), and discover herself to be the physical manifestation of the Fifth Spirit. She would have a child, die during the birth, and be chained to the river (Ahtohallan), but that would not stop the trolls from wiping out the Northuldra. Only the physical manifestation (mortal) of the Fifth Spirit, with her powers, could stop the trolls and drive them back underground.

Yelena paid in blood, thinking it would help her, but the river turned on her, which sets up for some major angst and drama later on.

Everyone kinda get it now? I know, Zani is... I can definitely tell when her mind isn't all together there, and the previous chapter definitely shows it, at least at the end. I hope I was able to make things a little clearer.

Oh, and this chapter skips ahead for a reason... there's kind of a... surprise coming up in the next chapter or so.

Written: 2019 - Licia

Hans and Elsa returned to the tribe at the end of the week, a lot more cautious of everyone, especially Yelena. They spent much of their time together, going over what they'd gathered and trying to formulate a plan. Kristoff had gotten a hold of them by the following week, but he didn't have much that they could use- other than she never removed the comb. The weeks passed by, and they reached a standstill in what could be done as far as doing anything that could change the course of the curse.

So it was one mid-autumn day, three months after they'd been married- she couldn't believe they'd married back in early summer, and that Hans had arrived at the camp back in late fall, before the winter season, of the previous year- that the pair slipped off to the alcove for some time together. They had left a few blankets and a couple lanterns at the alcove for the nights they wanted to be away from the tribe.

It was common for others in the tribe to watch the couple slip away; chuckles of 'young love' and 'strong appetites' always following them softly like the whispers of the wind. Honeymaren had been keeping a closer eye on Yelena, especially since she was her mother, and it was Honeymaren's duty to learn as much as she could of how to lead the tribe. That night, the four young adults had sat around the fire, talking softly amongst themselves about what to do, each keeping an eye on Yelena, who stood talking with Vanja. The healer occasionally cast a glance towards the younger adults before turning her gaze back to Yelena. Honeymaren had discovered that Yelena had set out the wine and treats for Hans and Elsa on their wedding night, which, now that they knew about her deal with the river, her strange behavior made sense.

Elsa's soft giggle interrupted the conversation, and Honeymaren looked up in time to see Hans gently kiss her cousin's neck. She chuckled softly as Ryder made a face. "If you two are going to do nothing but spend the night stealing kisses, might I suggest the alcove?" They had apologized, but Honeymaren had waved them away, knowing they wouldn't get any further in their discussion that night, and the couple were clearly more interesting in being wrapped up in each other. With soft smiles, the two disappeared into the darkness of the night.

By the time they reached the alcove, neither could keep their hands to themselves, nor their mouths. Amid the dim lantern light, they undressed each other, both desperate for a release only their joining could satisfy. His clothing tossed to the side, Hans began working his hands down her body, the heat from his skin melting the ice that made up her tunic and leggings. In a matter of moments, they stood bare and exposed before each other in the lantern light.

Elsa's long white hair was pulled up into a bun at the back of her head, and she could see the dusting of freckles across Hans' skin. Her gaze moved over him; his muscles had toned thanks to the many hours of work he'd done with the Northuldra; his pale skin glimmered in the light, and she couldn't help her teeth sliding out the lower her eyes descended, over his taut abs, the curve of his hips, down his muscular thighs-

A blush turned her cheeks from snow to cherries, and she bit back the squeal delight. No wonder it was such a strange sensation that first night. For having been such a sickly boy, he has certainly grown into a... truly fit man. To think, I had worried he would not fully fit within me; he fits and more. How did I get so lucky?

"See something you like, Charlotte?"

Her blue gaze darted up to meet his, and she smiled coyly. "Do you, Christian?"

His gaze trailed over her, drinking in her small bust- she always worried she wasn't satisfying enough to him in that department, but he repeatedly assured her that she was perfect in every way- and the soft slop of her curves as he moved down her waist. The white curls just above that most private of places shone in the darkness, just as she did, and after a moment, he made his way towards her. Without a word, he pulled her close, sliding a leg between hers, causing him to brush against her skin. She gasped softly. "I see something I love."

Their mouths met, and after a moment, they lowered themselves to the blankets. For all the frenzy they'd entered the alcove with, now it was different. Both were suddenly very aware that they wanted this to last; the stares and whispers of the tribe were starting to drive both of them up the wall. Elsa had spent more time with the other spirits and Hans, when he wasn't helping Ryder or others in the tribe, had gone back to carving. It had gotten to be a common sight for Elsa to come back to the hut after being out and about, to find her husband whittling and carving away at a piece of wood. However, lately he'd been working on something she was startled to see in their hut.

A small cradle.

Horrified for reasons she couldn't explain, Elsa had asked why he was carving it and what he was going to do with it, and Hans had simply shrugged, saying that he'd never actually made something as intricate as a cradle before- or any piece of furniture, really- and had wanted to try it just to see if he could. Elsa had admired the beautiful craftsmanship her husband was able to apply, smiling softly at the familiar snowflake in the head and foot board. He'd placed it in the back of the hut after finishing, telling her not to worry, the next woman in the tribe that announced the her pregnancy would receive the cradle, but it still sent chills up her spine.

She shook the memory away, guiding his head down towards her breasts as she tangle her fingers in his hair. He took his time, teasing the sensitive buds until they were taught and firm, before continuing to kiss his way down her body. As he got closer to between her legs, he grinned, and she whimpered. They had both discovered over the course of their nights together that oral gratification was one such way that not only satisfied them both, but aroused them both. They alternated the nights when one would give and one would receive- and as Elsa had done given a couple nights earlier, it was Hans' turn to please his wife.

He chuckled softly, noting that it wasn't that difficult, seeing as she was already aroused and ready, but he did so anyway, tasting and teasing her and bringing her near to her breaking point but now over the edge before pulling away. Instead, he settled himself between her thighs, and then gently pushed into her. It was something he had learned that his wife loved, and aroused her even more. Her nails dug into his back, scraping upwards, leaving flecks of blood and frost as they did so. She looked up at him, her breathing heavy, and after a moment, she lifted a hand, tangling her fingers in his hair and yanking him down to meet her mouth.

They continued to move together, picking up their pace, their breathing coming in heavy gasps as the friction built between them. Skin slid against skin, mouths drank greedily, hands grasped and nails bit, walls tightened and frost appeared. She broke the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck, burying a hand in his hair, her lips against his ear as she spoke. "Harder, Christian." Understanding what she wanted, he pulled out of her slightly and then slid back in, hitting exactly the right spot to force the warmth to multiply in her belly and send her magic dancing beneath her skin- a not altogether bad symptom of Elsa's arousal they'd discovered by complete accident. She kept her knees tight against his hips, her feet planted firmly among the blankets, that that was slowly changing as she got closer and closer to the edge.

"I can... never... bury myself deep... enough inside you... Charlotte..." He groaned her name softly into her neck, and after a moment, she pulled away, meeting his gaze as he reached up, yanking the tie from her hair and sending her white locks cascading down around her. She smiled, seeing the arousal that darkened his emerald eyes-

And then something else flashed within them; something she didn't recognize, something she desperately wanted to study. What she had seen in his eyes was also reflected within hers, and as they got closer and closer, neither broke the gaze, both hoping to see the flash again. "Christian... keep going... almost..."

Their mouths met again in a deep kiss, but as she got closer and closer she pulled away, searching his eyes-

And there it was again.

A spark of some kind, a glimmer that mirrored the one he was seeing in her own eyes.

She dug her nails into his back, the frost building and trailing down his back as she clenched tight around him, the glimmer in his gaze back a spark, and she screamed his name. The sight and sound of her orgasm brought him also over the edge and he thrust inside her hard one last time, exploding withing her as her name left his lips. In minutes, her hands were reaching up, her fingers trailing over his face, frost being left in trails over his skin, and leaned close, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as they collapsed back among the blankets, spent and still together.

Her gaze moved to his, as she struggled to catch her breath. "Gods... that felt different."

He nuzzled against her, kissing her cheek before pulling away. "You felt it... too?" She furrowed a brow. "How different... it felt, compared... to when we've done this before."

She nodded, reaching up and caressing his cheek. "There was... a spark in your eyes. I'd never... seen it before..."

"Mirrored..." He swallowed. "Mirrored the one in yours." They lay together in silence for several minutes, lost in thought, stealing kisses and touches. When finally both had fully calmed down, he removed himself from her and they settled down, pulling her into his arms. He trailed his fingers over her back, and she shivered. After a moment, he pushed himself onto his elbow.

"What is it?"

He bit his lip, unsure of what to say, before finally, "The snowflakes on your back." She furrowed a brow. "How did you get them?"

Slowly, she sat up, turning to show them to him. "I've always had them, as long as I can remember. Mama used to say they were a birthmark, unique to me."

It was difficult to see them, and he quickly grabbed a lantern, hold it above her to get a better look. "They're beautiful."

The snowflakes- each one her signature- started just over her shoulder and swirled down her back in a flurry pattern of various sizes. Against her soft white skin, they appeared to be lightly blue, and with a soft, 'May I?', he reached out, gently brushing his fingers over the ones on her shoulder. Like regular birthmarks, they were smooth, and yet, they were so unlike regular birthmarks-

Cautiously, he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to each one. She sighed, tilting her head, relieved he hadn't started at them in horror like some people had when they first saw them. A moment passed before she spoke, turning to him. "Mama used to tell me they were as unique as they are because I was destined for great things. I never knew what she meant, and I never got to ask."

He set the lantern aside, taking her face in his hands and resting his forehead to hers. "I know why."

"Oh? Would you mind telling me, Christian, love?"

A smile spread across his face. "It's simple, Charlotte, my darling. They're there because you're the Snow Queen."

She giggled, lowering her head briefly before lifting her head and capturing his mouth with hers, her arms going around his neck. They tumbled back into the blankets, lost in the kiss, both unaware of how true Hans' statements were.