I have officially reached 40k words with this fic (and that's never happened before with any of my fics) so I'm celebrating by posting this chapter earlier than expected! Normally I wait until at least half of the next chapter is written, but this time I decided to post regardless of chapter 10's progress (it is started).

Please enjoy and leave a comment if you can! Also, I made a moodboard for this fic and posted it over on Tumblr wintermoonqueen if you want to check it out. (I'm also still searching for a beta reader if anyone is interested, *nudge nudge*).

I also want to give a shoutout to LadyNameless because our chats about Frozen and both of our fics in general have been a major motivation and inspiration. She writes for the Eugene/Elsa crosspairing and her stories are written wonderfully, so please check them out!

**See the end notes for cultural definitions**

Chapter Ten

Elsa's making her way through the forest towards the Dark Sea when she hears rushed footsteps behind her.

"Elsa, wait!"

She halts in her steps and looks over her shoulder. Honeymaren's racing to catch up with her.

When she reaches Elsa, she halts to catch her breath. "I," Honeymaren pauses to clear her throat. "I should come with you."

Elsa blinks in surprise. She turns to face her friend more fully and raises a brow. "Come with me to Ahtohallan?" she asks for clarification.

"Yes," Honeymaren says.

"Absolutely not."

"But you shouldn't go alone when you're still injured!" Honeymaren argues, calling after her again as Elsa turns to resume gliding through the forest.

"I'm fine!" Elsa calls back over her shoulder.

"Even though you still can't use your magic? What if you fall off of the Nokk on your way there? You can't ice powers your way back to shore!"

"I trust the Nokk will make sure I won't drown," Elsa argues. "Besides, I go to Ahtohallan alone all the time."

"Elsa,please. When was the last time you went there looking for specific answers?" Honeymaren asks, reaching out to take Elsa's arm who freezes in her footsteps.

A deep chill settles in Elsa's bones. Suddenly she's back in Ahtohallan. The memories of her grandfather flash into the forefront of her mind. His sword hangs high in the air before slicing through the Northuldra leader's neck. She tries to call out a warning. She tries to stop it. But it's already happened. She's watching the past unfold.

It's too cold. She can't move her legs. Her arm freezes, then her lungs. She can't breathe.

Anna. She has to send a message to Anna!

"…lsa. Elsa!"

Elsa snaps out of her trance. Honeymaren stands over her, shaking her. How did she end up on the ground?

When she sits up and leans against a nearby tree, Honeymaren settles in front of her with concern etched on her face. She takes Elsa's hand.

"Are you alright? I asked you about Ahtohallan and you went pale, as if you'd seen a ghost. You didn't answer. It's like you went somewhere else," Honeymaren tells her with a frown.

Elsa closes her eyes and rests her head against the trunk of the tree, gulping in air. "I—" she cuts off, gasping as a wave of nausea overcomes her.

"Easy. Take your time," Honeymaren soothes, eyebrows wrinkling in concern. "I caught you before you hit the ground. You didn't faint, but…I think you were close to it. Here."

When Elsa opens her eyes, Honeymaren's unsnapping something from her belt. It takes a moment for Elsa to realize that she's holding a waterskin. She pops off the lid and holds it to Elsa's lips.

Elsa takes small sips, afraid that if she drank too fast she'd get sick. The water is refreshing. Once she's finished, Honeymaren clips the waterskin back onto her belt. She remains quiet, allowing Elsa to regain her bearings and think about what had just transpired.

She doesn't know exactly what happened, but she was back in Ahtohallan, searching for the truth again. It was a replay of when she went too far.

"What you said," Elsa whispers, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts. "About the last time I went there to find answers…the last time was when I was looking for the truth in Ahtohallan. I went too far."

Her words hang in the following silence between them, thickening the air. It's getting hard to breathe again and Elsa bites her lip to keep from hyperventilating.

"Okay," Honeymaren murmurs. She leans forward, offering a hand. Elsa takes it without hesitation. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Elsa shakes her head. "No," she replies, swallowing over a lump in her throat. "It's not your fault. I just…" she trails off with a sigh, scrubbing her face. She feels exhausted all of a sudden. The memories felt so real, they took every ounce of energy out of her.

She reaches around with an arm, cradling her side when the throbbing becomes too much. She wishes she can use her magic to coat it in ice; it would sooth the aggravated cut.

Honeymaren's eyes follow her movement. She hesitates, as though she wants to say something, but remains quiet.

Elsa lowers her hands, pressing her palms into the ground enough to find enough purchase to push herself back onto her feet. Honeymaren shifts and holds out a supportive hand.

"I'm fine," Elsa tells her, sending her a sideways glance. She winces when a sharp pain shoots across her side.

Her friend raises a brow, not believing a word she says. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" she shoots back.

Elsa purses her lips but doesn't reply.

Honeymaren lowers her hand and takes a step back, watching Elsa cautiously. She sighs, "I hope you know that I'm still not going to let you go to Ahtohallan alone, especially after what just happened."

At this point Elsa knows it's futile to fight it. In some ways Honeymaren reminds her of her sister, and this is one of them.

"Okay," Elsa replies, deflating. "Let's go then."

Honeymaren nods.

Elsa straightens herself and turns, continuing back onto the path. Both women walk in silence on their way to the pebbled beach. Before she knows it, Elsa is staring at the foaming waves as the breeze whips through her blonde tresses.

As if the water stallion felt her presence, he manifests from the water. He tosses his head then brays, pawing the rushing waves.

"What's wrong with him?" Honeymaren asks beside her.

Elsa's a little surprised that she picked up on the Nokk's mood.

"He's agitated. I'm not sure why," Elsa tells her. She then turns to face Honeymaren. "Are you sure about this? I've never brought anyone with me to Ahtohallan."

Honeymaren makes eye contact with her. Her gaze is hard with determination. "If it helps to keep you safe, I'm more than sure."

Elsa worries her lower lip. It's not herself that she's concerned about, but she decides not to voice it. Honeymaren won't take no for an answer right now anyway.

The water spirit snorts and lowers his head, pawing the water again before laying down and turning his head towards them. Elsa takes the hint and steps forward, mounting him with ease. She looks back at Honeymaren and holds out a hand for her to take.

"He's ok with you coming along," she tells Honeymaren, who raises a brow but takes Elsa's hand and uses it as leverage to hop on.

The Nokk stands and flicks his tail.

"Hold on tight!" Elsa warns.

It's the only warning Elsa has time to give before the water spirit breaks out into a gallop. He powers through the waves as he races in the direction of Ahtohallan.

Honeymaren cries out and wraps her arms around Elsa's midsection. Elsa gasps softly at the moment's lack of air but regains her bearings to refocus on steering the water stallion.

They continue to travel for the next few minutes at a breakneck speed with Elsa urging the Nokk on. Honeymaren doesn't seem to relax during the ride; or at least, from what Elsa can tell based on how tightly she's still holding on.

At the pace the Nokk is galloping at, it doesn't take long for them to approach Ahtohallan.

The water spirit slows to a stop at the glacier's shore.

Once he halts, Elsa slides off and holds out a hand for Honeymaren who accepts her help.

When they're both on the ground, Elsa turns to the Nokk and thanks him with a curtsy. The stallion returns it with a bow before diving back into the Dark Sea

Once the Nokk is gone, Elsa swivels on her feet to face the glacier.

Her third home.

With a glance at Honeymaren, she makes the first move and walks towards the opening of the icy cavern. When they enter, Elsa feels the quiet energy of its magic thrum and swirl in the air. First she feels it on her face, then it travels along the surface of her skin before it settles deep within her bones.

Her chest feels full, like she feels whole again. It's a common occurrence. Each time she comes to Ahtohallan, the magic welcomes her in like a mother would to her child. Sometimes she feels as though her own mother is guiding her; hugging her.

And when she leaves, it's like she's leaving a piece of herself behind.

Elsa runs the palm of her hand along the icy walls. The cold doesn't bother her, but she can still feel it.

As the women venture through the rivers of ice, a soft echo reverberates throughout the cavern. Elsa and Honeymaren pause and share confused yet intrigued looks.

"Do you know what that is?" Honeymaren whispers.

Elsa bites her lower lip and shakes her head. "I've only ever heard a call when I entered Ahtohallan for the first time. Each time after that I was the one singing."

Honeymaren frowns. Her brown eyes shift from Elsa to the expanse of the tunnel. She hesitates, then speaks, "What happens if you call back?"

Elsa follows her gaze. Unlike the other times she entered the glacier, this time there is no magic to light the way; not that she needs it. Regardless, Honeymaren gave a valid suggestion.

Elsa cups her hands around her mouth. A moment later, she allows the melody of her voice to flow into the glacier. It echoes off the ice in waves until it fades out.

When nothing happens, Elsa frowns, lowering her hands back to her sides. Before she can express her disappointment, movement catches her attention from the corner of her eye. She turns to find that Honeymaren is staring at her with a look of adoration and awe. The intensity of it glitters in her dark eyes, making Elsa's stomach flutter and her chest feel tight.

Instead of trying to understand why, she turns away and clears her throat instead. "It appears that we'll need to venture further," she informs, getting back to business.

Honeymaren blinks. Then, as if shaking herself out of a trance, she nods. "R-Right. I'll follow your lead," she replies.

The women continue on with Elsa in the lead. For Elsa, the walk is mindless. Ever since her and her sister freed the forest, Elsa made weekly (if not almost daily) routine trips to Ahtohallan. The path has always been the same ever since, no guidance is needed.

It isn't until they reach an opening at the end of the icy tunnel that Elsa notices Honeymaren's teeth chattering. She pauses and looks at her friend, who is shivering from head to toe with her hands wrapped around her arms.

"You're freezing," Elsa comments, frowning with concern. Her eyes flicker with sympathy.

Honeymaren's eyes shift to Elsa and she forces a tiny smile. "I'm okay. Nothing I can't handle."

Elsa wishes she brought an extra layer of clothing, just in case. If she had the ability to conjure a blanket with her magic right now, she would; not that she's sure something made from ice would help.

At the thought of her blocked magic, Elsa becomes aware of her aching side again.

"Just…let me know if it becomes too much, okay?" she says. The only answer she gets from Honeymaren is a nod.

Elsa faces the opening at the end of the tunnel and steps forward. "This is it, the heart of Ahtohallan. It's where the memories reside."

Knowing that every second they're away from the Northuldra village could mean impending disaster, Elsa wastes no time in pushing forward. Honeymaren's close on her heels. As they enter, a stronger wave of magical energy encases the room and flows through the air.

It almost takes Elsa's breath away.

"Where are the memories?" Honeymaren asks, her breath clouding in front of her.

"Outside of Ahtohallan, I can only summon what I've already seen with my magic. In here, I can only see what Ahtohallan shows me," Elsa explains. She steps into the middle of the unity snowflake. "But I can request memories in search of answers. Whether Ahtohallan has those memories and is willing to show them to me is out of my control."

Honeymaren frowns at this. "So…we could have come all this way for nothing?"

"Not for nothing, there's always something," she replies softly.

Honeymaren looks frustrated by that answer. She opens her mouth, but before she can reply, the frigid room shifts around them in a cloud of white.

Beneath the icy fog, shapes in the form of snow manifest. Elsa feels the magic thrum and pulse through her veins, but it's not her own.

This is the magic of Ahtohallan.

Memories begin to litter the room. They take the form of various memories, most containing Elsa and Honeymaren from when they were children all the way until adulthood.

They walk through the memories, passing moments of joy to sadness. Elsa has seen most of her own already and she's not willing to pry into Honeymaren's. At least, not without her friend's consent.

It isn't until Honeymaren freezes next to her that her eyes dart over to see a little snow version of Honeymaren, who couldn't be any older than seven, running with an outstretched hand. She's crying for her parents as they turn their back on her.

Elsa's heart aches at the way little Honeymaren's face crumbles before the memory fades away into an icy statue.

Honeymaren reaches out to touch the memory, but her fingers tremble and she forces her hand back to her side. With tears in her eyes, she turns away and walks past Elsa. "Let's go, we're wasting time. We need to find out why you can't use your magic after you come into contact with aluminum or whatever that material is called," she says in a neutral tone.

Elsa follows her without a word or looking back at the frozen memory behind them. She knows what it feels like to be confronted with a traumatic memory. It can widen an already existing hole in one's heart until it becomes a chasm. The wound is fresh, and it pains Elsa to watch her friend relive the experience. She wants to comfort Honeymaren, to tell her that she understands how she feels. But she decides against it. Elsa doesn't want to overstep any boundaries.

If Honeymaren wants to be comforted, she'll tell her. …Right?

The thought lingers in the back of Elsa's mind.

As they make their way through the vast expanse of the room, their own memories continue to pop up here and there. Neither of the women give them any attention. It isn't until they come across a memory that's not their own that they halt in their steps.

Before them is a thriving Northuldra village. Children are laughing and playing while adults are conversing around a large campfire. As the fire dies down, the fire spirit scurries over. One of the women holds out her palm for the salamander to hop into and she leads him to the dying embers. Bruni shoots a spark of magical flames from his mouth, reigniting the campfire. The Northuldra cheer and the woman sets him back down, thanking him.

Elsa pauses to stare at the woman. She doesn't look familiar, but she feels drawn to her. It's as though she should know her.

Honeymaren tilts her head at Elsa's hesitation. "What is it?" she asks.

"That woman. She feels…familiar," Elsa whispers. "But I've never seen her before. And the way she interacts with the spirits—"

"Do you think that maybe she was a Fifth Spirit?"

Elsa purses her lips and taps her chin in thought. "Do the Northuldra remember anyone who may have interacted with the spirits of nature like a Fifth Spirit? Or of anyone who has magic similar to mine?"

Honeymaren thinks for a moment. She looks at the woman as the memory replays. "I don't know. I'm sorry," she sighs. "But…maybe Yelena knows? I know that before the mist cut us off from the rest of the world, we used to have what we call Noaidis. The Arendellians called them shamans. They didn't necessarily have powers, but they communed with the spirit world in a way that the rest of us couldn't. Unfortunately the few we had died in the battle with Arendelle. Maybe she was one of those?"

Elsa finds that she can't look away. The memory replays at least two or three times before it freezes and she's forced back to reality. "Maybe she was," she breathes. "Ahtohallan wouldn't show me this unless it was important."

"You can't just ask Ahtohallan to show you what you need to know?" Honeymaren inquires.

Elsa shakes her head. She pulls her gaze away from the frozen memory of the woman to look at Honeymaren. "No. Believe me, I've tried. Ahtohallan has a mind of its own. Nothing human or spirit can tempt it to show them what they want," she explains.

"Not even when you had to find out the truth in order to free the forest?"

"Not even then," Elsa replies. "I followed what Ahtohallan wanted to show me. I didn't just make the truth reveal itself."

Honeymaren nods, albeit with disappointment. "Well, let's keep moving and hope Ahtohallan has a change of heart," she suggests, already taking steps to continue on their route.

Elsa lags behind, glancing over her shoulder at the memory of the woman. Her mind races with curiosity. Who was that woman? And why did Ahtohallan show her to them? Elsa's doubtful that they'll find answers about her role as the Fifth Spirit. If there were actually others before her then wouldn't Elsa already know everything there is to know about what it truly means tobea Fifth Spirit of the Enchanted Forest?

Both women wander through the glacier aimlessly for the next few minutes. Various memories manifest, most are Elsa's, but some are Honeymaren's. Elsa stops at one particular memory of a young Ryder chasing a young Honeymaren with a lasso in a game of reindeer and reindeer herder. She lifts a hand to her mouth to hide the soft giggle that escapes her as Honeymaren's cheeks flush.

"It's a reindeer game! You've seen the kids in the village play it, Elsa. Why are you laughing?" Honeymaren demands, placing her hands on her hips to appear intimidating. The blush on her cheeks, however, contradicts her.

Elsa lowers her hand but doesn't bother to hide her smile. "Oh, I know. I've seen the kids play it many times around the village. It's just…adorable to now have the visualization of little you and Ryder playing the exact same thing."

While the snow Ryder and Honeymaren is on replay in front of them, Elsa commits the scene to memory. She turns back to Honeymaren and nods her head down the path that they were following. "Let's keep going," she says, brushing past her friend. A mischievous smirk curls on her face before she can school it.

Honeymaren raises a brow at her, looking ready to demand that the Fifth Spirit reveal her mischievous secrets, but seems to think better of it. She jogs to catch up to Elsa and they walk side-by-side in silence.

For a while, no other memories surface, leaving Elsa and Honeymaren to walk through the icy ambiance of the glacier.

It isn't until they hear the rhythmic echo of a distant drum that they exchange curious glances. They walk briskly, searching for the source of the sound.

The echo leads them through a windy path of the frozen tunnels in Ahtohallan. With each step, the beat of the drum gets louder. Eventually, they hear a soft voice singing in the Northuldra's native tongue.

The tempo and rhythm of the song is familiar to Elsa, but the words aren't. She glances at Honeymaren who is looking on with wide eyes and an expression of pure awe.

When they reach the end of the tunnel, they break into a clearing where one memory is playing. It's the woman from earlier, the one who Honeymaren said might have been a Northuldran shaman.

She's walking around a group of Northuldra gathered in a circle by a campfire. A drum is hiked on her shoulder. She uses a single drumstick to beat the leather of the drum as she sings, loud and clear for the entire village and the forest to hear.

The song sends a shiver down Elsa's spine. And, for some reason, she feels drawn to the woman with each haunting lyric. It's as if she's calling to her.

Honeymaren stiffens next to her and inhales sharply.

Elsa's eyes shift over to her. "Honeymaren? What is it?" she whispers.

It takes a full minute—up until the memory begins to loop—for Honeymaren to drag her eyes away from the chanting woman and look at Elsa.

"Elsa, it's a yoik," she gasps.

"A yoik? You mean like the poetic reindeer song that Yelena and the other Northuldra have chanted before?" Elsa asks, shifting her gaze back to the Northuldra woman.

Honeymaren nods. "Yes. Except, I haven't heard this one before. This one…it's about the Fifth Spirit. She's calling on the Fifth Spirit to protect and guide the Northuldra, the animals, and the spirits of the Enchanted Forest," she explains.

Elsa takes a few steps towards the Northuldra memory until she's just a few feet away. The sound of the drum vibrates. It reverberates through her, both shaking her to her core and calming her. It's a contradiction between her own flesh and her magic. Elsa's body is frozen in place, but her very soul is reaching out. Her side aches as her magic reacts.

Broken out of her stasis, Elsa stumbles backward, clutching her side. Her eyes burn with the well of tears that threatens to spill.

"Elsa!" Honeymaren calls. Her voice is muffled as ringing fills Elsa's ears. "Are you alright?!"

Elsa clenches her teeth. As if in a trance, she reaches out with her hand until she's touching the drum the woman is holding. The memory freezes. A searing pain erupts within the cut in Elsa's side and she arches her back with a sharp gasp.

Her eyes widen. Stars blind her vision for a split second until they fade. In their place, Elsa sees a storm of elemental crystals swirling down towards them from the ceiling. Her hair whips around her face. She hears Honeymaren gasp in alarm beside her, but Elsa doesn't move. She allows the crystals to envelop her in their vortex.

The next thing Elsa knows is that she's laying on the ground with Honeymaren cradling her head in her lap. Her side no longer aches. In fact, she feels refreshed.

Honeymaren stares down at her. Her eyebrows pinched in concern.

"Hey. You passed out for a moment after that weird storm enveloped you. Are you okay?" she asks.

Elsa sits up, causing Honeymaren to shift away and give her space, but she still remains close in proximity.

"I…I'm fine," Elsa replies. She stares down at her hands when she realizes that she can feel her own magic thrumming in her veins again. Her eyes brim with tears. It feels like home. "More than fine, actually."

"Elsa?" Honeymaren tentatively calls to her.

"My magic it's…it's returned," Elsa informs her, bewildered by this turn of events. "And my side—"

"It's healed," Honeymaren breathes, eyes widening in disbelief as she catches sight of the small rip in Elsa's dress where the wound should have been. There isn't even a scar. "Ahtohallan…that woman, she healed you."

Elsa bites her lip, moving to stand. "It appears so," she confirms with a soft smile. "And I feel…" she trails off, opening her palm to manifest a small snowflake, testing her magic. "I feel wonderful."

Not long after their discovery of Ahtohallan's mysterious healing factors do they make haste to leave the glacier of memories.

Elsa sits astride the Nokk, with Honeymaren hanging on to her midsection, as they gallop on the rushing waves of the Dark Sea. Elsa's eyes tear up against the gusts of wind while sea salt splashes at her face.

She feels Honeymaren shiver behind her and reaches down to envelop the hands wrapped around her waist. She doubts it'll help to bring much warmth, being the queen of ice and snow, but it's better than nothing. Honeymaren's hands tighten their hold in response, bringing a tiny smile to Elsa's face.

The water spirit is swift. Before they know it, they arrive back to the shores of the Enchanted Forest.

Elsa dismounts smoothly before turning to hold out a hand to help Honeymaren down.

The water spirit brays before leaping back into the sea.

Both women take a moment to catch their breath from the exertion of the ride across the Dark Sea.

"Well," Honeymaren starts when they lock eyes, pausing to suck in more oxygen. "We may not have found the answers we were looking for, but I think we at least have a lead."

Elsa smiles at that. Her hand lowers to her waist where her wound from the crossbow arrow used to be, double checking to make sure that what happened back in Ahtohallan was real. Just like before, there's no sign of the injury. Not even a scar.

"We may have a lead, but we still left Ahtohallan with more questions than answers," Elsa points out with a pessimistic sigh.

Honeymaren takes a step back to give Elsa an incredulous look and crosses her arms. "Is it an Arendellian trait to be so pessimistic or is it just an 'Elsa thing'?" she asks.

Mildly offended, Elsa scoffs, "I'm just being realistic."

"Soooo…your body language is telling me that it's an 'Elsa thing'," Honeymaren confirms, raising a brow with a tiny smirk.

A pretty blush blooms on Elsa's cheeks when she realizes she's caught and averts her gaze. She hears Honeymaren laugh in response. Before she can thing of a retort, Ryder breaks through the trees at breakneck speed.

"Elsa, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" he gasps, pausing to rest his palms on his knees and gulp in air.

Elsa blinks, taken aback at Ryder's state of disarray and straightens up. Her banter with Honeymaren completely forgotten. "Ryder? Is something wrong?" she asks, concerned.

"The army…Lord Edward…" Ryder trails off and shakes his head as if berating himself. "They're moving in!"

"What?!" Elsa and Honeymaren cry out in unison.

The women follow Ryder into the forest. The trees blur past them as they race back to the village.

Elsa doesn't remember the path they took or how long it took for them to make it back. All can comprehend is that when they break through the barrier of foliage surrounding the Northuldra village, there is a sea of red coats.

Elsa isn't sure what to do.

A group of British men walk past them carrying materials while the others are setting up their own tents within the Northuldra village.

"Ryder," she breathes, wide eyes darting from one group to another as she takes in the sudden change. The scene reminds her of a coup. "When did this start?"

"Just this morning," Ryder confirms. "Eret and I tried to stop them, but there's too many of them and we were outnumbered. We couldn't do anything but move aside and let them encroach on the village."

"Those good-for-nothing dirty assholes!" Honeymaren bursts out. It looks like her chest is filling with air and, with her hands curling into fists at her sides, she takes a step forward.

Ryder grabs her wrist to stop her.

"Woah! You can't just march in like a volcano ready to blow! You'll get yourself killed!" he tries to reason with her.

Elsa worries her bottom lip and places a hand on Honeymaren's shoulder. "Ryder's right. We need to be careful. If any of us lash out it could start a bloodbath," she adds.

For a moment, she isn't sure if Honeymaren heard either of them. Her body is as stiff as a bow string and Elsa wonders if she's even breathing. But when she feels Honeymaren's shoulders relax, releasing the tension beneath her palm, Elsa is relieved to know that they got through to her.

"Honeymaren," Elsa calls, catching her attention. When the other woman doesn't look at her, she takes her by both shoulders and dips her head. "Look at me, please?"

Watery honey maple eyes drift up. When they make eye contact, Elsa loses her breath for a moment.

"Go with Ryder and check on everyone, okay? I'll deal with Lord Edward and talk him into having his men pack up their camp," she tells her.

Honeymaren's eyes widen and she pulls away from Elsa, shaking her head. "What? No! Elsa, you can't go alone. At least not around that…thatpig! Please let me go with you!" she begs.

Elsa lowers her arms back to her sides and gives her a sad smile. "Honeymaren, our people need youhere. With them. Not with me. I can handle myself, I promise you. Lord Edward wouldn't risk harming me," she reasons.

"You don't know that, Elsa! What if this is a trap?"

Elsa raises a brow, perplexed. "A trap? For what?"

"For you! What if they want you!" Honeymaren cries, throwing her hands up.

"Then I'll deal with them," she replies as a matter-of-factly. Then Elsa furrows her brows with a frown and tilts her head worriedly. "Honeymaren, this isn't like you. Where is all of this coming from?"

Honeymaren pulls on her braid in frustration with a deep growl. "Where is all of this coming from? Elsa, are you blind?" When Elsa just blinks in confusion, Honeymaren scoffs and shakes her head. "Forget it. Never mind. I'll just go with Ryder then if you think you're so invincible," she grumbles, storming past the Fifth Spirit.

"Uh…" Ryder shifts on his feet, giving Elsa a forced yet awkward smile. "I should go after her," he says, saluting before he runs off after his sister.

Elsa watches them go, leaving her alone to her turbulent thoughts.

Yoik: the native Sami musical expression, sharing features with other indigenous music. The essential parts of yoik are melody and rhythm, though there could be words, gestures and facial expressions. A Sami could yoik other Sami, animals or nature itself. (Definition from google).

Noaidis: often referred to as the "Sámi shamans", are the traditional healers and protectors of the Sami people. Noaidis are considered to have the role of mediator between humans and the spirits.

(For the future, I will be using the term 'Northuldra shaman' or 'shaman').

Also, if you can, please look up a yoik example on Youtube. It's an absolutely beautiful and grounding melody to watch and listen to.