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Our Future: Chapter 3

Misery Loves Company

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22006699/chapters/52515199

The young reindeer and water spirit led the women through the woods with ease. Elsa remained silent during their trip back to the Northuldran camp. In the beginning, Honeymaren had succeeded in calming the fifth spirit. But now, Elsa’s fears for her mother’s safety were growing.

The village was still awake and buzzing with more activity than it should have been this late at night. Most stood curiously in front of the healer’s tent whispering to one another. Their voices quieted as Elsa dismounted her water horse and made her way hastily through the crowd. She refused to acknowledge those around her until a tiny hand grasped at her pant leg causing her to pause. Her eyes darted from the ten to the small girl staring up at her, wide eyed.

“Miss Elsa!” A small child around the age of five was staring up at her with deep brown and blue eyes. The little one, like the rest of the Northuldran children, had taken a great liking to Elsa.

“Not right now Freya.” Honeymaren gently placed a hand on the child’s shoulder. She gave Elsa a look to encourage her to keep on going towards the tent. Elsa took a deep breath. And forced a small smile for the five year old.

“I’m sorry Freya. Someone very important to me needs my attention. We can play later okay? I’ll even braid your hair if you want.” She patted the girl’s head. Elsa raised an eyebrow as tears formed in the child’s mismatched eyes, a trait that caused her to be a center a light bullying.

“Is – is your mommy sick like mine?” She asked. Freya’s mother had been Ill long before Elsa had lifted the curse for the Northuldra. Anna herself had sent countless healers to help but nothing seemed to be working. It was all Freya’s mother could do to leave her bed.

“Hey Freya? How about we go for a walk?” Honeymaren offered. She leaned down and whispered in the girl’s ear. “I’ll teach you how to sharpen a knife.” She noticed Freya’s tears instantly dry.

“R-really?” Wonder filled her brown and blue eyes. Elsa bent down to whisper in Honeymaren’s ear.

“Please, do not let the five year old play with knives Maren.” The little girl had always been attached to Honeymaren. Ever since Elsa showed up, Freya had become equally fond of Elsa as well.

“I will give her a dull one. Now go see how your mother is doing. I will join you after I get this little one to fall asleep.” She said in a whisper so that Freya could not hear. Elsa shook her head but smiled.

“Well then, I will see you both soon.” She poked Freya’s nose causing a snowflake to dance on the tip. Freya giggled and waved Elsa good by as the blond left. Honeymaren watched her leave.

“Um… Honeymaren?” Freya’s voice brought Honeymaren back to earth.

“Sorry Freya. Let’s go.” She grabbed the child’s hand and made their way through the crowd.

“Miss Elsa is very pretty.” Freya smiled up at Honeymaren who nodded.

“She defiantly is Freya.”

*****

Elsa entered the tent. Ryder, Yelena and Kirk (The tribe’s healer) surrounded the pile of furs at the far end.

“There you are! Yelena almost sent me to find you two!” Ryder whispered as he approached Elsa.

“How is she?” Elsa asked as Ryder avoided her gaze.

“I - I’m not sure Els. Kirk is still examining her and he hasn’t said much, but her eye.” Ryder trailed off. Elsa took a deep breath and made her way towards the older tribes’ members. Yelena turned and placed a hand on Elsa’s shoulder to stop her from moving forward.

“She’s heavily injured. Can you handle it?” Yelena asked referring to the panic Elsa had displayed on simply seeing her mother alive. Elsa gave Yelena a stern look.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Elsa assured her. Yelena released her shoulder.

“Ryder. Let’s go.” Ryder stiffened as if he was caught red handed at being up to no good.

“R-right. See you later Els.” He gave her a small wave and left with his grandmother. Elsa watched them leave.

“The wound is not pretty little spirit.” The old man muttered. Elsa knelt beside him

“What wounds are?” She asked. In front of her laid her mother. Iduna’s breathing was calm and peaceful. Her bandage around her eye was discarded and replaced with a clean wash cloth. “Her eye, is that her only wound?” Elsa asked. Kirk nodded. “Show me.” She demanded. Kirk listened and revealed Iduna’s right eye or, lack thereof.

Elsa felt her stomach turn as she dared not look away. Her mother’s eye was gone. Left behind was an eye socket and a horrid scar. That was not the worst of it.

“A horrid case of frost bite it seems.” Kirk mumbled grabbing the supplies necessary to rewrap the wound. “It is healing. There is no sign of infection however, it does seem rather recent.” He re dressed Iduna’s eye. The former queen did not move at all.

“Frost bite.” Elsa whispered. When Kirk finished his work, he stood.

“I will give you some time little spirit. She has had a full dose of dream wine to help with the pain. I can assure you she will not be waking up anytime soon. I suggest you get some rest as well.” He left Elsa alone with her unconscious mother.

“Oh Mother. What happened to you?” Elsa questioned as she tucked a strand of loose hair behind Iduna’s ear. She laid her head on her mother’s abdomen and cried.

******

Elsa removed herself from the tent. Red and swollen eyes found Ryder waiting alone drawing stick figures in the soil. He smiled upon noticing her.

“Hey Els! How are you feeling?” He asked smoothing the wrinkles in his pants as he stood. Elsa stared at him.

“Ryder… have you been waiting out here this whole time?” Elsa asked holding her hands close to her chest. Ryder shrugged and gave an awkward smile.

“Well ya. I mean Maren and Freya were here too but the kid fell asleep like, a few minutes before you came out. I was ordered by my big sis to keep an eye out for you while she brought Freya to her tent ha ha.” He explained. He frowned at Elsa’s guilty expression. “Hey! It’s fine! We wanted to give you space you know? Maren was going to check on you when she got back.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Elsa breathed through her nose.

“I plan on returning to my mother’s side. I was just on my way to my tent to grab a quick… drink.” She mumbled the last part. She went crossed eyed as Ryder shoved his drinking skin in her face. “O-oh Ryder thank you but I.” She started.

“Meant a drink of the alcoholic variety?” he winked at her uncapping his drinking skin. “Anna says you drink when your stressed so I assume you need one.” He tilted his head back and took a large swig. “Phew! That’s some strong stuff!” He smacked his lips and dropped down onto a nearby log. He patted a space next to him signaling Elsa to join. She gave him a tired smile but obliged.

“Now Ryder, are you trying to get me drunk?” she joked.

“mmmmm Nahhhh. Just don’t want you drinking alone.” He gave Elsa a sly grin. “That’s just depressing” He handed the skin to Elsa. She eyed it cautiously before grasping it with one hand. After a quick sniff, Elsa downed as much, if not more as Ryder.

“What?” She asked noticing Ryder staring at her.

“Slow down there killer. That’s Northuldran moon shine. It will put a grown man on his ass quicker than you can freeze the ground.” He laughed. Elsa gave him a cocky grin holding the skin to her lips.

“Hmmm. Doubt it. I’ll have you know I’ve been drinking since I was eleven.” She leaned over and whispered. “And I didn’t need a baby sitter.” Ryder snatched it from her hands. She gave him an insulted look.

“Ya, that’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve seen members of our tribe loose themselves to drink. Not a pretty site Els.” He sounded serious. Elsa crossed her arms and huffed clearly annoyed.

“Aw, Maren’s right. You do pout when you are chastised.” He poked her cheek and Elsa swatted his hand away.

“She’s right about one thing. You are annoying.” Elsa threw back. “Hurry up and take your turn or I’m leaving. The Arendellian whine in my tent is far stronger than whatever you are feeding me anyway.” She sat up straight and held her chin high in attempts to look down on the Northuldran man. Ryder did indeed take his turn.

“Now that’s plain rude Princess. Here I am, sharing my tribes’ delicacy with you, and you throw me insults.” He said dramatically. Elsa swatted his shoulder. The moon shine causing her to become a bit play full.

“Hush you fool. I saw you take that from Kirk’s tent.” She accused snatching the skin from Ryder’s hands. “Though I can’t blame you. I stole just as much alcohol from the pantry then I care to admit as a girl.” She confessed.

“Oooo you little thief. No wonder my sister is so smitten over you.” He instantly became quiet. “Oh ummm I mean….. SO! Anna told me you’re into girls. Um… Shit” He slurred awkwardly. Elsa spit out her drink.

“That little stinker.” Elsa whispered. Both sat in awkward silence.

“Maren’s going to kill me.” Ryder said more to himself. Elsa’s face was on fire.

“So.” She started

“Ya.” Ryder responded.

“Your sister?” Elsa asked.

“Yep.” Ryder nodded refusing to look at her.

“Hey you two!” Honeymaren called causing the pair to straighten in horror.

“Oh no!” Ryder whispered. Elsa shook her head.

“Just stop talking. For everyone’s sake.” Elsa suggested as she drank more from the skin and slammed it into his chest. He let out a small oof but remained silent.

“Uh what’s going on?” Maren asked. Elsa stood and stretched.

“Your brother said drinking alone was unhealthy and took the liberty on obtaining, I might admit, a strong buzz with me.” She swayed a little as she stood. Honeymaren raised an eyebrow at her then looked at her brother.

“Really Ryder? I asked you to look after her not get her lit.” She scolded. Her brother smiled and shrugged holding up the drinking skin.

“Misery loves company.” He laughed. Honeymaren was about to say something but Elsa’s chuckles stopped her. Elsa instantly stopped when the Northuldran woman glared at her. Elsa put her hands up in defense.

“Um there’s a little bit left if you um want some?” She said awkwardly.

“Elsa really?” the blond gave her a shrug

“Anyway, I’m going to go back inside to check on my mom so if you want to come?” Elsa mumbled. Ryder nudged Honeymaren forward.

“Damsel in distress.” He whispered in his sister’s ear. Honeymaren groaned, snatched the drinking skin and pushed her brother away by his face. “Hey!”

“You both have had enough! Go to bed Ryder.” She laughed. He gave her a big dorky smile and a salute.

“Aye aye Captain.” Ryder turned and stumbled his way towards his tent. Honeymaren shook her head watching him leave before drinking the rest of what remained of the moon shine. She wiped her mouth and entered the tent after Elsa.

******

“Where the North wind meets the sea.” Elsa sung quietly to her mother’s sleeping form. The words turned into a soothing hum.

“Elsa. Staring at her won’t make her wake up any faster.” Honeymaren whispered tiredly. Elsa didn’t look at her.

“And staring at me won’t make me leave any faster.” Elsa replied. Honeymaren scoffed. “How strange.” Elsa mumbled.

“Your telling me.” Honeymaren took a sip from another drinking skin she discovered in the tent. “Ew. I don’t think you’re supposed to drink this.” She placed the skin back where she found it.

“It’s like she hasn’t aged.” Elsa continued her own conversation. Honeymaren made her way over to her friend and glanced over her shoulder.

“She’s beautiful. You two are identical.” She whispered. Elsa raised an eyebrow at her. Honeymaren looked away. “Um I mean, you have nice skin?” She threw her hands up in the air and walked away from Elsa’s smirk. “I don’t know! You Royals have like good skin regimens or something. Probably why she hasn’t aged.” She sat down with a huff and crossed her arms. “You on the other hand, look like hell.” She told Elsa.

“How charming of you.” Elsa told her through tired eyes.

“I do my best. Let’s go. You need to sleep.” She demanded. Elsa shook her head.

“No, it’s fine. I feel fine.” Elsa gave her friend a weak smile.

“No, it’s not and you don’t.” Honeymaren looped her arm around Elsa’s and forced the blond to stand. Elsa was light as a feather and her recent bout of drinking made her feel like a doll.

“Honeymaren, I don’t want to leave her.” Elsa slurred.

“She will be here tomorrow Princess. She needs rest and so do you. Kirk and Yelena will wake us if anything occurs.” Honeymaren reassured her. Elsa gave one last look at her mother and groaned in defeat. She was tired and her head hurt.

“Alright Maren, you win.” She grasped onto Maren for support.

“I know. I usually do.” She grinned and led the girl to their tents. When they arrived, the girls noticed Bruni sleeping silently with flames shining brightly over his body. Near him, two bowls of hot soup laid waiting for them.

“Your brother really is sweet.” Elsa smiled grabbing a bowl and handing it to Honeymaren. Bruni woke and licked his eyeball chirping happily at his friend’s arrival. “Thank you, little guy, for keeping it warm.” Elsa rewarded the small lizard with a few ice flurries that he gulped eagerly before running into Ryder’s tent.

“He’s alright.” Honeymaren smirked as she drank from her bowl. “I love that little spit fire.” She added on watching Her brother’s tent give off a light glow from the inside.

“You love that he enjoys picking on Ryder as much as you do. Honestly you two are very much alike.” Elsa smirked through sips. Honeymaren laughed.

“I really do though. That part just gives him brownie points. I have been practicing trying to reach my eyeball with my tongue but I haven’t had any luck.” She demonstrated making a weird face as she touched the tip of her tongue to her nose. Elsa stared at her then, laughed. A real laugh. Honeymaren smiled and joined her.

“You and Ryder. Thank you. I don’t know how I would have handled this situation alone.” Elsa said through giggles. Honeymaren shrugged.

“Laughing helps a lot in hard times. Ryder and I figured that out when we were little.” She explained. Elsa set her bowl aside.

“Sounds like Anna.” A shadow of sorrow covered her face. Honeymaren nudged her with her shoulder.

“Are you going to tell her tomorrow? With Gale or…” Honeymaren questioned. Elsa shook her head.

“No. No this is something I have to tell her in person. Something she has to see in person.” She watched Honeymaren nod in agreement

“Smart. That be one hell of an announcement to receive during some important council meeting.” Honeymaren took Elsa’s bowl and set it aside.

“Exactly.” She yawned. Maren stood and extended her hand out.

“C’mon. Let’s go to bed.” She helped Elsa stand. “How about you sleep in my tent tonight? Ryder was right, not good to be alone with something like this.” She squeezed Elsa’s hand. The blond looked at their hands then at her.

“Okay. You two haven’t led me wrong yet.” She smiled as both girls entered Honeymaren’s tent.

“After you Princess.” Honeymaren gave a slight bow. Elsa gave her a cocky grin.

“Why thank you. Such a gentlewoman.” They laughed.

“Just get in. I’m tired.” Honeymaren followed her inside and threw herself face first onto her pile of furs.

“To tired to change?” Elsa inquired. Honeymaren peeked at her from her pillow.

“Why? Do I smell?” She asked. Elsa rolled her eyes and removed her boots. Then, her tunic. Honeymaren felt her breathing increase at the sight. Elsa’s light thin undershirt showed off months of training with Honeymaren. Muscles were now visible on the girl’s thin abdomen and her arms well, Honeymaren was slightly impressed. “You really are getting stronger Elsa.” Honeymaren mumbled Elsa threw her tunic to the side and slid under the furs next to Honeymaren.

“Thanks to you.” She whispered. The girl’s stared at each other. “I’ve always prided myself on appearance you know. Not that I openly say that often. I like the muscle look.” Elsa smirked. Honeymaren slowly turned her head away and focused on and invisible point on the roof of her tent.

“I do too.” She mumbled.

“I know you do.” Elsa whispered. Honeymaren’s head snapped towards Elsa. “I know you take pride in your training Maren. I think even your brother is jealous. I also know you’re happy with what you just saw.” Elsa purred. Honeymaren pushed herself up onto one arm.

“Elsa of Arendelle. How much did you actually have to drink?” Honeymaren demanded. Elsa shrugged.

“Not as much as I use to.” Elsa admitted. Honeymaren rolled her eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” She asked.

“Um. Maybe?” Elsa gave her a sheepish grin. Honeymaren sat all the way up and gave her a questioning look. “Am I doing a bad job?” Elsa seemed almost disappointed. Honeymaren fell back down and covered her eyes with her forearm.

“Like you could ever do anything wrong.” She mumbled. She felt Elsa shift and felt her weight on her body. Honeymaren opened one eye to find the blond straddling her waist and looking at her curiously. “Oh spirits.” Honeymaren hissed. Elsa leaned down slowly until she was only inches away from Honeymaren’s ear.

“When I was little, I use to drink to forget but I always remembered. I remember how a certain younger sibling told me your secret.” She laughed. Honeymaren shoved Elsa off of her. Elsa rolled onto her back laughing.

“GOD DAMMMIT RYDER!” She yelled burying her face into her hands. Elsa was holding her stomach. She was laughing harder now. Elsa calmed and spread her arms out. Tears rolling down her face. “I’m glad you are having such a grand time Elsa.” Honeymaren scowled. Elsa shrugged.

“It feels so good not to be the awkward one for once.” Elsa was instantly smacked in the face with a pillow. “OOF!”

“You’re still awkward.” Honeymaren pinned her arms to the ground giving Elsa an evil grin. Elsa laughed.

“Off! I did not consent!” She laughed. Honeymaren rolled her eyes.

“bullshit!” She replied.

“Hey would you two shut…. It…. Woah um.” Ryder began as he poked his head through the tent. “Wow.” He smirked. Honeymaren threw herself off of Elsa.

“Wait this isn’t what it looks like.” Honeymaren yelled. Elsa propped herself on her elbows.

“Well it could have been.” Elsa gave Ryder a thumbs up. Ryder looked between her and his sister.

“Would you pass out already! AND YOU!” Honeymaren yelled at Elsa before glaring at her brother.

“Um… oh …OHHHHH. Oh no.” His sister was already hot on his trail as he tried desperately to run away from her wrath. As the two chased each other around the Northuldran camp, Elsa tucked herself in and fell asleep with an amused smile on her face. It was strange how normal this all felt.

****

So. Silliness is usually how my friends deal with trauma. We’ve had a lot lol.

We are sarcastic assholes to each other even in the most horrid times

Yes, we started drinking at eleven as well (Don’t judge.)

I’m also the nerd of the group so I might be stabbed if I keep bringing up Frozen.

Let me know if you guys are interested. Comments are necessary for my sanity.

I’m also not going to tip toe around Elsa wondering if being gay is okay. It’s legal in Arendelle (According to forest of shadows) Plus she doesn’t have to worry at providing heirs anymore so who cares? Let the woman be a normal young adult sometimes okay.

Also sorry for the late update I got hit by a drunk driver haha

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