Sorry for disappearing. Add being sick to finals and visiting relatives, and I've been out of time for writing, unfortunately.
Anyways, this one is for Christmas. Merry Christmas guys, and thanks for reading
A lone figure, standing on a snowy hill. Below it was a vast plain of undisturbed snow, with the hint of violet mountains in the distance. The sun shone weakly over it all, making the entire field sparkle like the world's largest glitter pile.
She- and it was a she- stood there in silent appreciation of that otherworldly beauty of Freljord.
A voice beside her almost whispered, "It is beautiful, isn't it."
She did not turn her head. "Sejuani." It was not a question, but a statement. "Why are you here?"
"I think you know very well why I'm here, Ashe", growled Sejuani. She looked down for a moment, then whipped her head back up to face Ashe's. "This conflict needs to end", she muttered.
"That is true, and I thank you for finally realizing that," Ashe said. Then she turned her head to face her fellow Princess. "But that is not the main reason why you've come here today."
"I-" Sejuani was at a loss for words. "Well-"
"Yes?" prompted Ashe.
"I like you" Sejuani blurted out. Ashe's only response was a raised eyebrow. "It's part of the reason why I've been fighting you all this time. I needed to see you, and battle let me see you a lot. The League too- that's partly why I joined the League.
"It started when I was thirteen, and you were fifteen. During that annual gathering the tribes had, you were dancing on the stage, and you were so beautiful and graceful, and-" Sejuani stopped, realizing that all she was doing was digging herself into a deeper hole.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"So, about the food situation…" Ashe began, breaking the silence. "Rakelstake has enough food to last your tribe eleven months, but after that, you'll have to grow your own." Sejuani nodded. She couldn't expect Ashe to feed her tribe indefinitely.
"But where?" Sejuani asked. "Most of the arable land is already taken."
"You'll have to move North," started Ashe. Suddenly she had a realization as her eyes widened, and she finished her sentence in a whisper. "and take land like this," spreading out her arms to show exactly what she meant. Sejuani looked out, squinting at the blinding snow. Ashe shook her head, saying "I'll find another way."
The two sat in silence, just watching the plains, and the day lengthened. Then it ended, and the two sat under the great patchwork paints of the Aurora Borealis, splashed across the sky.
Then the wind picked up. Both of the two princesses, despite their great affinity for the cold, began to shiver.
Sejuani started to stand. "Returning to my tribe," she explained to Ashe, who was still sitting. Ashe shook her head. "Stay," she said. "I have a tent."
Sejuani stopped midstep. Ashe was already walking towards a forest at the foot of the hill. Upon reaching the trees, Sejuani saw that Ashe had already set up a small leather tent. At the doorway stood the Frost Archer, looking like she was ready to facepalm. " Sorry," she said. "I've only got a small tent, and one bedroll. I wasn't expecting company…"
With that, Ashe entered the tent.
Sejuani shivered for a bit. This time, it was not from the cold. Taking in a deep breath, she entered the tent as well.
Inside, Ashe was already in the bedroll, facing the wall. Sejuani slipped in as well, facing the opposite direction. The bedroll was designed for one person, so the two's bodies touched. Where ever Sejuani's skin touched Ashe's, Sejuani felt a warm, tingling sensation. Little did she know that Ashe felt the same exact thing.
Sejuani tried to relax, but with Ashe next to her, it was impossible to not feel slightly tense. Ashe, on the other hand, started to breathe slower. It appeared that she'd fallen asleep.
Then-
"Sejuani."
She turned over to face Ashe.
"You said earlier that you liked me."
Ashe turned over, and Sejuani tensed for the inevitable rebuke.
"This might come as a surprise, but-"
And suddenly, she was enveloped with this warm, comforting sensation. After a few seconds of her mind blanking, Sejuani realized it was Ashe's lips on her own.
The two broke apart again, panting.
Smiling, Ashe finished, "I like you too."
And the two's lips joined again. Ashe tasted sweet, succulent, and warm to Sejuani. She reminded her of a delicate tea, as graceful in her taste, as she was in life.
To Ashe, Sejuani tasted like a peppermint- strong, slightly overpowering, but intoxicating.
The two's lips locked.
They didn't part for the rest of the night.