A/N: I own nothing

Elsa frowned as water splashed roughly into her face. The first stretch to Ahtohallan is always like this. She had assumed the rage of the sea was Nokk's doing, but after varies trips the sea continued to rage. This led her to believe that even stronger forces then the spirits are involved. Ones that stay hidden, keeping all in balance. She could sense such a presence in Ahtohallan. Whenever she stepped foot inside, she could feel another. The entire glacier felt alive. "Perhaps it's all in my head," Elsa thought as her destination came into view.

She dismounted Nokk near the shore. A chill ran down her spine as she stepped inside. She lifted her hand and traced her fingers along the wall as she walked. Faint blue light could be seen rippling up and down the halls. Elsa has been here many times since the first. There were now branching hallways and stairs leading to new areas. There are still many secrets that she wanted to know. What is the connection between Gale and her mother? Who created the spirits? She never managed to get far before a familiar chill sets in threatening to take her life.

It didn't take long for her to reach the main room. Elsa lifted her hands and sent her magic out in a flurry of snow. She closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the power she feels radiating within the room. She lowers her hands, sending the storm crashing down. when she opens her eye's, snow sculptures from the past are walking around.

She walks through them. Mainly focusing on recent memories. One in particular causes her to chuckle. She watches herself clean off her dress embarrassingly after being thrown from a reindeer. Honeymaren moves over to her with a cloth and wipes her cheek. "You have to be gentle with her and take your time, otherwise you're just going to scare her away."

Elsa could remember how hard her heart was beating at this small interaction. "We're talking about reindeer?"

Honeymaren stared at her for a moment before laughing. Elsa in the present sighed. She was such a mess back then. She continued on, stopping occasionally to watch how their love bloomed. Small touches, long rides together. Elsa stopped and watched herself watching Honeymaren sleep on her shoulder. She had just finished sharing one of her favorite books with her. She laid Honeymaren back gently, draping a fur throw over them. After that night she couldn't imagine not having the other woman by her side.

Finally she reached the memory she is looking for. Elsa looked away embarrassed a few times. It is strange, and somewhat arousing watching herself being so intimate with her wife. She didn't want to get herself too worked up. The memory reached the point where things get fuzzy for her. Elsa's eyes widened as strange markings appeared on her skin. Her stomach sank watching Honeymaren try to push her away. "Oh darling..." None of this makes sense to her. She couldn't remember any of it.

The room shook, causing all the memories to vanish. Elsa looked around confused. She could feel her magic pulling her to another area. She walked to what seemed to be the end of the room and frowned. She looked up at the icy wall in front of her. "Okay, you wanted me here. Now what?"

Elsa jumped as the wall slowly sliced open. Her breathing increased as the temperature dropped. Warning alarms went off in her head, but her magic is pulling her inside. Going against her better judgment, she continued on. This area seemed very similar to the other room, but the ice here seemed more fragile. Elsa looked down worriedly at the cracks forming on the ground near her moccasin boots.

She spotted a familiar pattern in the middle of the room and walked into it. Elsa shielded her eyes as a large burst of light surrounded her. She did not open them again until the sound of children playing filled her ears. Two boys that looked to be made of glass chased each other happily. Elsa recognized one of them to be a royal of Arendelle from his clothing. He looked so much like her father. Elsa gasped. "Could it be?" Without a doubt it had to be her nephew. She wasn't sure who the other child is, but he seemed to be Northuldra.

They stopped chasing each other and the smaller boy waved at the other. "Watch this."He stomped the ground causing a beautiful garden to sprout out around them. The royal boy watched in awe. "Woah… I wish I had magic."

The Northuldra child walked over to him. With a wave of his hand, a peach tree grow to their level. He grabbed a fruit and tossed one to him. "Yep, it's pretty great. At least you're a prince. Ladies love princes."

The prince caught the fruit in disgust. "Ew, yuk!"

Elsa laughed before watching the Northuldra child with great interest. She never met another with magic like herself. The ice they are made of is so clear, she isn't able to make out which family he comes from. Another flash. She covered her eyes again. The temperature dropped even more and she shivered. Elsa could hear crying. Her nephew looked slightly older now. He is sitting at a desk, resting his face in his hands.

Elsa's eyes widened when Kristoff walked into the room. He wrapped his arms around him and his sobbing only increased. Kristoff pulled back wiping away his tears. "She wants to see you."

The prince shook his head sniffling. "I can't look at her like that father, I just cant. I'm sorry..."

Kristoff looked away struggling with his own emotions. Elsa watched horrified. "Like what!?" Did something happen to Anna!?" A third flash.

Elsa jerked in pain as a biting cold filled her body. She lifted one of her hands, seeing the tips of her fingers slowly freeze. She could hear yelling now. It is hard for her to make out what the two men are saying. When she is finally able to see again, there are two glass like statues. One looks like her father. He is clutching at thick vines around his neck. A tall Northuldra man stands in front of him scowling, his hand outstretched.

"No!" Elsa yelled. She tried to move closer to them, but the ground is cracking around her. Elsa looked down in horror. Her legs are being consumed by ice. She gritted her teeth. "Not this time." She closed her eyes and her body changed shape. Her mist of snowflakes quickly flying out of the room. She flew even further away, until she is back at the shoreline. She reformed roughly, slamming into the ground breathing heavily. She looked at her hands and sighed in relief watching the ice disappear. Elsa smiled when Nokk walked over and nudged her. "Yes I know. I look ridiculous."

Nokk nodded enthusiastically. Elsa rolled her eyes before turning over to look up at the sky. She stayed that way for awhile trying to process everything. She sighed. "What now?..."

Elsa focused on the sound of rain hitting her tint to help her meditate. She tried to do what Yelana had shown her. To find a center and release all tension and stress. Elsa eventually gave up. She just couldn't stop thinking about earlier. Why did Ahtohallan show her that? Ahtohallan is a window into the past. Not the future. "This could be a trap," Elsa thought. It just didn't make sense. Perhaps 'they' are trying to warn her. "I have to get back into that room..."

Her wife's voice roused her from her thoughts. "Okay," Honeymaren said from the other side of the tint. She had been changing into her undergarments. She is sitting now, combing through her hair. "You barely touched your food and now you're brooding. What's going on?"

Elsa pouted playfully. "I am not brooding."

Honeymaren stood up. Her hair flowing wildly down to her stomach. "I think I know something that will cheer you up. Close your eyes."

Elsa bit her lip before obeying. She licked her lips in anticipation. Surprise filled her when she felt something warm draped over her body. Elsa gasped excitedly at the sight of a beautiful white shawl on her body. Her family symbol can be seen on the back, and the sides show the four spirits with her in the center as a bridge.

Honeymaren slid down next to her, running her fingers over the fabric. "As time goes on I'll add more. Do you like it?"

Elsa moved some of Honeymaren's hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. "It's perfect. Thank you darling."

Honeymaren smiled before leaning in and kissing her. Strong desire ignited in Elsa and she slowly moved her onto her back. Her stomach sank when Honeymaren turned her head away. Elsa watched her closely. "You're afraid of me."

"No." Honeymaren said firmly. She ran her hand up Elsa's arm. "I-I just need some time. Is that okay?"

Elsa forced herself to nod. She never wanted her to feel uncomfortable. This situation is her fault anyway. She positioned herself around Honeymaren's back so she could spoon her. She leaned forward kissing her neck. "Take all the time you need. I understand."

Elsa relaxed when she felt the tension in her wife release and she pushed back against her. Honeymaren ran her fingers over her knuckles. "Will you hold me tighter?"

Elsa smirked. She waved her free hand around, putting out what candles were still lit. "Always."

Elsa's eye lids grew heavy as she focused on the sound of rain and Honeymaren's steady breathing. She blinked confused when she felt an unfamiliar aura reach out to her. She relaxed her mind and let the aura touch her own. The feeling is new to her, but very pleasant. Her eyes widened when she realized the aura is coming from inside Honeymaren