Chapter 2 and Elsa's perspective.
Ahtohallen had become a refuge to Elsa. As the years had passed and she remained unchanged. Time stole her friends, her brothers, her sister. Her lover.
Olaf had lasted a few years alongside his creator until the memories became too much. He had the release she was denied. Her last gift to him.
Truly alone, Elsa had buried herself in memories.
The world changed around her, it moved away from magic and the spirits of nature. Elsa was happy to be left behind.
When the years dragged and her spirit friends slept, Elsa joined them. Dreaming of happier times.
After long isolation, a touch to her cheek was a shock, waking her immediately. Eyes slamming open to find Honeymaren stood there.
Her Honeymaren.
Same face, same eyes. The name fell from her lips. A name Elsa had not said for years.
But Honeymaren had died, long long ago. "A trick!" The woman sat back, still looking at Elsa with love and awe.
"No! Not a trick! I promise." The voice- It had a different lilt to it, but it was Honeymaren.
Impossibly, amazingly; Honeymaren.
Elsa sat up on her bed of snow and ice, examining the woman sat on the floor of her sanctuary. Her clothing was unlike any Elsa knew. A coat and pants made out of smooth material in shades of blue. Her boots looked sturdy, the hat she wore looked familiar. Knitted wool with a pattern Honeymaren had sewn into a shawl for them both.
Under such scrutiny, the woman blushed and Elsa fought off a predatory smirk.
"For as long as I can remember, I have dreamt of you." The woman remained on the floor. "When I was five, all I wanted for my birthday was the biggest box of crayons. So I could draw - My Lady." She stumbled on her words. "Every night I see your face, this place, the beautiful ice."
Elsa watched the other woman as she shifted her position on the floor. "My name is Honeymaren and I know that we were together. Before." Her brown eyes were hopeful and full of love.
The earnest words were almost unbelievable, Elsa had never even hoped that this could happen. Honeymaren had come back to her.
Tears, her first in decades, gathered in eyes and Elsa was taken aback when the woman jumped up to catch her in an embrace. A gentle thumb wiped away a tear.
"Please. I came here to Ahtohallan to find my truth. To find you." Honeymaren whispered.
With the heat of Honeymaren's breath on her skin, the tender touch on her cheek- the intense emotions swirling inside- Elsa couldn't resist.
Elsa kissed this Honeymaren.
The woman gasped and Elsa felt a surge of magic from Ahtohallan. She went limp in Elsa's arms. "Honeymaren?" Looking at the familiar face, Elsa trailed fingers over smooth skin. Honeymaren had fainted. Her hat had fallen off to reveal a brown braid.
Gale flitted through the room and breezed around Elsa and Honeymaren. "Is it really her?" She asked the spirit. The woman she held felt right in her arms.
Honeymaren mumbled, turning in close to Elsa. It was so familiar, so like before. "She came back to me." Elsa breathed. Loath to part with the woman now. Magic thrummed in the glacier. Her connection to the power assured Elsa all was well.
Humming softly, Elsa ran her fingers through chocolate brown hair. So much joy and love was rising in her heart that the other spirits were reacting. Nokk, in the ocean deep beneath the glacier, shared the joy. Glad to have given the visitor safe passage.
A tugging on her shirts became Bruni clambering up. The little salamander hopped onto the bed. She had sensed him near and was glad to see the little spirit.
"Hello Bruni." Elsa greeted, to chirrups and coos. The salamander scampered over the bed and onto the newcomer, recognising Honeymaren. Bruni looked from Elsa to Honeymaren and back again, cocking his head. He jumped to sit in her skirts.
"She has come back to me." Elsa smiled, tears brimming in her eyes again.
"'lsa." Honeymaren sighed in her sleep. The particular tone raised a blush on Elsa's cheeks. It was one she recalled very fondly.
Shifting a little, Elsa was content to simply hold her Honey again.
A memory, Honeymare knew it for certain now, came to her in her dreams. She had long found this one too indistinct and hidden to really fully recall. To her frustration after being single for a while.
Now it was clear and bright. A cherished memory, precious to her.
It was their first time together. Honeymaren before and Elsa.
What had been whispers of sensation and a the heat of two people in an embrace brushing through her mind was now- Now it was everything.
"You can never hurt me, there is too much love." Her voice, the accent just different enough to be from before, it was loud and clear in the memory.
Honeymaren had been gentle, murmured her love and soothed the woman she held. Until in one moment Elsa came undone, trembling and sighing and whispering her lover's name.
She had wept after, so overcome with the sensations and emotions. Honeymaren had shed some tears for her lover. They had fallen asleep in a cocoon of warmth and love, skin to skin and arm in arm.
Honeymaren woke slowly, her mind felt like it was swimming through treacle. Warmth surrounded her but cool fingertips carded through her hair.
She opened her eyes to find Elsa gazing at her with wonder. "Hi." Elsa whispered.
"Hi." Honeymaren smiled. It hit her then; she had all the memories, all of before was there for her to recall. She had lived it.
Tears ran down her cheeks and Elsa's smile fell to see them.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Elsa wiped at the tears with her hand, delicately tracing across the face she had not seen for too long.
"I fell asleep and woke up without you." Honeymaren sobbed, grasping at Elsa's hand. "I left you alone, for so long."
"Oh." Elsa paused. "Oh, Honey." She gathered Honeymaren close, tucking the head of dark brown hair under her chin. The strands were soft and silky against her skin, so familiar and so missed. "You couldn't help that my love." Wrapping her arms around Honeymaren she hugged hard. "You've come back to me. It is a miracle, a gift."
"You were always in my dreams." Honeymaren wrapped her arms around Elsa's slim form. "I have finally come back." She smiled wide. "I have you again."
They lapsed into comfortable silence, Elsa lay back on her bed, bringing Honeymaren with her. Bruni emerged from his hiding spot and scuttled up Honeymaren. Chirruping, the little slamander bounced on her arm.
"Hey Bruni." Honeymaren grinned, the fire spirit had also been a clear figure in her dreams. Reindeer and salamander toys and charms had filled her childhood bedroom.
Bruni jumped and landed on her head, snuggling in like Elsa. The women giggled, their little friend's antics a cute respite from the intense emotions of their reunion.
Bundled together, wrapped in a mutual embrace, Elsa and Honeymaren basked in the warmth of their togetherness.
Sort of the end. I have one-shots planned and some half written that I will continue to add. I like Honeymaren, she was only around a little bit and a lot more is learned in the Art of Frozen II book, but I want to write a little more of her.
Some amusing notes: My sister an I had a laugh just after the film; she was certain it was a subtle nod to the whole Give Elsa a Girlfriend thing. Then on another viewing, my mum sat there nudging and whispering "giiirlfriend" to me during the duet-ish bit. So that was fun.