A/N: I think that will probably be it for this mini series, but I have a bigger idea for an adventure I'd like to take these two on next, so I will probably publish a continuation of this in a separate story. Thanks for reading!

She wasn't sure what Elsa was doing, standing there, gazing down at the waters edge— a vision in white as the sun's rays caught her tunic and blonde hair, both refracting a dazzling array of white rainbow light. Thousands, perhaps millions of tiny glistening fractals of ice, appearing to undulate of their own accord— awake with life as they clung to her. For someone who didn't know her it would seem ethereal, otherworldly even, a lost goddess mistakenly dispatched into the realm of mortals, shining too radiantly for the eyes of this world to handle. A strange feeling of protectiveness crept up her chest at the thought of other eyes. Darkened eyes. Lecherous, unkind, condemnatory eyes roaming over her, probing, judging, attacking her. Attached to ignorant and prejudiced thoughts as they took in someone so good, so kind, so loving — so pure — so beyond anything in the world they ever knew or would ever know. Incomprehensible to them was she, and those eyes would never again hurt her— she would see to that.

Of course appearing to be of another world and it actually being so was not one and the same, and she knew Elsa had suffered and struggled to reconcile that rift inside of her all her life. It had nearly torn her apart. Twice. Undoubtedly even more times than she had yet to disclose. Standing the line between mythos and human, people and spirits — being born of both yet not fully a part of either — a lonely, fragile, tormented existence of slow harmonic dissonance.

Was that what she was reminiscing about now as she stood before the small tarn, staring down fixedly into it? Searching for answers in her sister element as her hair cascaded down in waves, a perfect mirror of the waterfall that coursed just beyond. A spirit of water flowing freely, beautifully, bravely over a cliff unaware of what it would meet below. Yet it went. It gushed off the edge, surrounded, shaped and pushed by more rigid things like cliffs and jagged rocks, all set course to stop, steer or cut into the flowing water, directing it where they alone wanted it to go. And so the water went, following the path laid out for it, conforming to it, having no other choice though somewhere it desired it— ached for its own freedom to choose where it went and when. But how could it know that it even had a choice? That it could freeze into ice or evaporate into thin air, changing its form ten times more efficiently than the unyielding rock that sought to control it. Of course, it was the rocks in the end, after much effort, that were permanently re-shaped and transformed by the graceful flow of the water— and not the other way around. But without that perspective, why, must the water wonder, was it even coursing in the first place? Where had it come from? Where was it was going— where did it belong and why? That it had come from the vast, wide open sea was lost knowledge to it. Could it even fathom the commanding unencumbered waves from which it was born, from which it would always be a part of and of which it could freely return? The beauty and power it truly was? That its very essence was the life force that sustained the planet? No. Singularly, it probably could not. But perhaps with help, it could.

Morning sunbeams caught the water particles in the air, suspending lazy curls of rainbow mist around Elsa, which danced with the colors reflecting off her. The fractured light pulled at Honeymaren's eyes, jarring her out of the ruminations that plagued her indefinitely since she had met Elsa. Since the day the lost goddess had stumbled into her little world seeking answers, finding them, and leaving everything she touched utterly changed and better for it. Including herself.

She couldn't place precisely when these burning feelings had arisen in her for this woman, but then it had to be that first moment. Her blue eyes, yes. So deep, so intelligent— so penetrating yet hauntingly enigmatic. Strength and vulnerability weaved together as one. It was that she noticed first, that which she could never forget and would spend the rest of her days trying to unravel— and that which she still drank in first every time she looked at her. All the emotions she struggled with or refused to express showed up in there, more than anyone else's she had ever seen— the true un-concealable windows to her soul. And that's how Elsa spoke. With her eyes. How she communicated the raging complexities within her that she herself did not fully understand or know how to express with words. How dense were those that had come before not to have seen what was so clearly written there. Anna could see it too, but that was it. Alas, there was before Elsa and there was after Elsa, and she couldn't even remember what the former was like anymore— and she didn't want to. All she knew was that she wanted to hold on to her forever, in whatever way that meant, in whatever way Elsa needed.

Unknowingly, she had started to creep forward from her vigil in the trees, ready to do just that, hold her, touch her, love her in such a way so that she might never feel broken or torn again.

'What are you thinking about?' She breathed into Elsa's ear as she slunk her arms around her slender middle. Elsa tensed, but quickly relaxed. No ice. She was getting better at this.

Elsa breathed a smile and sighed, leaning back just slightly into her. 'You.'

Her heart slammed in her chest at hearing that. Hopefully Elsa had not felt it. 'Oh really. What about?' She prodded playfully, yet desperately wanting to hear the answer.

Elsa let out a breathy hum. 'I realized I'm always thinking about you.' Another hammer in her chest. Luckily she didn't have to worry about ice spurting from her limbs, though she could see how annoying that might get. 'For a long time now.' Battle axe to the heart. That was more accurate for the words that had just bludgeoned her. But she stayed composed, reaching up to pull the hair back from Elsa's shoulder, sweeping it behind her back so that she could rest her chin there.

'I've thought about you from the moment I first saw you.'

'Really?'

'Yep. I thought, who is this crazy beautiful person who just threw ice at me?'

Elsa spun to face her with a smirk and playfully squinty eyes. Funny. Those eyes said. Then she cocked an eyebrow. 'I didn't shoot ice at you, I shot it under you.' This caused her to laugh.

Suddenly a small snowball hit her in the chest abruptly cutting off her laughter. 'That, is throwing ice at you.' Maren's eyes went wide, until she broke out in hysterical laughter. Elsa covered her mouth in attempt to cover the smile.

'Oh no you did not!' She bent to pick up what was left of the snowball to reform it— her only avenue for retaliation. It dissolved in her hands. 'Not fair!' She protested. Elsa was laughing now too. 'That's cheating!' At that a pile of snow appeared next to her. Elsa was still laughing, what a rare beautiful sound it was to hear it.

'You can try.' Came Elsa's taunt.

'Hmph.' She grunted as she packed a snowball. 'No using magic!' She shouted as she flung the first at Elsa. It missed by a mile. That was strange, she usually had excellent aim. That was a warm up, she would get at least one hit. She packed and flung the second, Elsa was still laughing. It curved and missed by a mile again. 'Hey!' Elsa had hunched over with laughter now, hand still to her mouth— so she scooped up snow and ran for Elsa, her only window for victory.

'Yahhhhh!' She let out a war cry as she lunged for Elsa. Elsa for her part didn't melt the snow that time, prepared to meet her doom— but instead Maren dropped the snow and grabbed Elsa into her arms.

'I win.' Maren said as Elsa caught her.

'Well done.' Elsa jibed playfully through chuckles.

'I don't think I've ever heard you laugh like that before.' It was true, she hadn't. Little snickers here or there yes, but never outright joyful laughter as she had just done. Elsa just smiled at her, piercing her soul with that blue eyed gaze.

Maren leaned in, slowly this time, to kiss her. Wanting to savor it, to savor this moment. Elsa accepted and they kissed softly, slowly this time. It was as if this was another newfound way through which Elsa spoke. Thank you. She seemed to say, soft and meaningful. I love you. Is what she tried to communicate back, though she wasn't sure she should say it yet. So she would think it instead. The first time they kissed had been passionate. As if it had been building up in the both of them for months, which for her at least, it had. That kiss had said, I want to merge with your soul. Whether those were her own feelings bleeding through or she was picking up on Elsa she wasn't sure, but she was fairly certain it came from them both. Words were cheap, anyway. She didn't need them. Actions spoke ten thousand times louder.

What happened next she wasn't sure— either Gale had pushed them, or the earth giants had rolled over in their sleep but either way over the edge of the tarn they went— tumbling into the water. The water was deep as she hit it, her feet finding no bottom, but it was warm. Hot spring. She came sputtering to the surface, eyes darting around for Elsa. She found her within moments, bobbing feet away sputtering out laughter.

'Really Gale?' Elsa called up to nothing, still giggling as she slicked back her hair. She would just never get tired of hearing that sound.

She was laughing now too at hearing Elsa's laugh and faux annoyance at the wind spirit. 'Are you ok?' She asked between giggles.

'Yes, but if I could find a more consistent way to freeze Gale I would.' She jibed.

'Well, I don't mind this at all.' She said as she swam closer to Elsa. 'Thanks Gale!' She called up with a laugh. At that a strong breeze flowed down and swirled around them both. She laughed again.

'Don't instigate her.' Elsa rolled her eyes with a smile and flicked water at her.

'Oh, the water's warm you know. Equal playing field now!' She flicked a wave of water back towards Elsa. It froze, then dissolved mid-air. Elsa was trying to suppress laughter.

'Warm water too!' She whined in a petulant tone. 'Is there anything you cant do?' Elsa smiled as she treaded water.

'Pretty much everything you and Anna are good at.' That she wasn't expecting. Elsa had laughed, but she wanted to hear more. She jerked her head to the side, indicating a rock shelf they could sit on. Elsa noticed and they swam over to sit on it, which still allowed most of their bodies to stay submerged.

'What do you mean?' She was able to ask now that they were no longer treading water.

Elsa blinked a few times and wiped water from her brow. 'Well just, the people stuff I guess.'

'The people stuff?' She asked as she took her heavy wet tunic and boots off, slinging them up on land leaving her in her leggings and undershirt.

'Yes you know, the stuff most people are good at. Especially you and Anna.' Maren furrowed her eyebrows waiting for her to explain more. 'Well, I've just always admired the way you both are so easily able to connect with others, so warm and friendly, especially people you don't know well. I've just, never been very good at that. I've tried, believe me. It's just hard.' She was looking down at the water, swirling it around.

'Elsa, you were Queen of a great nation. Anna has told me how amazing you were at that. I know you were.'

'Well, yes I was efficient at diplomacy. Schedules, planning, strategies, treatises, meetings and the like. When I can see the big picture, I can develop a plan quickly and talk fluently about it. But I often overlooked nuances like the importance of interpersonal relationships and how much weight they held. That part of it just, never came naturally.' Her eyes were almost sad, but not quite. Confused maybe.

'Elsa, you don't have to be good at that. It's just not who you are and thats ok. I love you the way you are. So does Anna.' Something flickered in her eyes at the word love and her lip curled, only slightly, up into a small smile. Anyone else would have missed it. She grabbed Elsa's hand and slid her over closer to her so that they were touching, pulling her close. Elsa leaned into her. 'People who truly see you, don't need you to be anything you're not. Ever.' She could feel Elsa's arm tighten around her. She loved that feeling.

After a long moment Elsa propped herself up to look directly into her eyes, searching for something. A cold hand reached out then and cupped her cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb— the hammering in her heart returned. And then Elsa kissed her. It was one of her deeper, more wanting kisses and she returned it pulling Elsa up to straddle her lap. Thank you for loving me. Is what she was saying this time. The kiss went on and she could feel the fire begin to burn from her heart down between her legs. She slid her hands up Elsa's back rubbing, caressing her thin form. She was so close to her now and she wanted her— so badly. Elsa must have felt the same because she started to slide slowly, if a bit unsure, back and forth over her. Her hands moved to the rock wall behind them and grabbed hold of it as she slid, letting out a sigh as they kissed. Maren moved down to grab her hips, guiding her directly over her own sensitivity. It was her turn now, to let out a sigh as their sensitive areas met. A charged energy unlike she had ever felt before in her life. Elsa began to move faster.

'Melt it, melt it.' She managed to get out between kisses. Elsa took note and quickly dissolved her entire outfit into the warm water. How she wished she could so easily do the same. But this time, Elsa was ahead of her. Reaching down and sliding off her undershirt with hands that stayed impossibly cold even in the warm water. At the same time she reached down and slid her own leggings off, slinging them up over their heads onto land with a spray of water.

Splashed with water, Elsa squinted and giggled then looked down at her. Taking in all of her for the first time. She said nothing but grabbed Maren's face between her hands and kissed her deeply. She returned it, sliding her hands up Elsa's cold thighs and gripping her hips. She positioned her so once again their sensitivities met, this time nothing between them. Elsa broke the kiss and let out a sigh, slumping her upper body off to the side of Maren's shoulder, still gripping the rock wall. A pulse of energy hit her down there and she moaned slightly at hearing Elsa's noise. What she wouldn't do to elicit that noise from her again.

She herself had never felt anything like this before. She had never been with someone in this way, and this came no where near to the feelings she got when she pleasured herself. Elsa composed herself quickly and began to slide over her again, so she helped her by moving Elsa's hips with her hands as she slid. As their soft smooth skin pressed together she spread her legs as far as they would go, wanting as much of Elsa on her as she could get. Elsa was working harder now, her arms shaking with the effort, and with each thrust she felt the energy tingle and burn, forcing itself higher and higher into her body.

Finally, she couldn't stand it and grabbed Elsa, rolling over her so that she was on top now. She slid her legs between Elsa's— one below and one above each of hers so they were intertwined now, connected between their legs. She grabbed the rock wall with one hand and put the other behind Elsa's back so that she wouldn't be scraped by the rocks behind, and started to gyrate back and forth between her, using the wall and her arm as leverage. Elsa started again also, so that they were both sliding and swirling against each other at a furious rate. Elsa's one leg had come up and gripped around her own, pulling her against her harder. Her hands too, moving over Maren's back pulled her down as close as their bodies could get. She pressed her mouth into Elsa's needing to feel her in every way possible. Faster and impossibly faster still they went, friction caused by the rubbing and swirls of water were getting too much. Back and forth, back and forth.

'Oh, god.' Elsa breathed out. She was close too. So in sync were they. A grunt escaped her as she kept up the pace, needing needing so badly as water splashed around them.

'Into the earth.' Elsa breathed, barely but a whisper to herself, as she braced, eyes scrunched closed head turned upward. Elsa's facial expression almost made her lose it and she closed her own eyes. Slipping, slipping, sliding thrusting until— their energy burst.

Elsa's leg and arms clamped around her and she around Elsa's, letting out a long moan of relief. Elsa sucked in a breath and arched up into her body— and she pressed into her, pulling her in from behind. She could feel the unbelievable energy released by Elsa, intertwined with her own. She could feel her warm loving magic even— only much more powerfully this time. It beat between her legs like a drum thrumming higher and higher within her with each beat. The lips of their sensitivity clenched around one another, pulsing and contracting over and over. Finally two blue eyes opened and looked up at her, still breathing heavily. Maren smiled through her own raspy breaths. She leaned down and kissed Elsa, then slid off and next to her, catching her own breath. She held Elsa's hand as their breathing regulated, sending a calm energy into Elsa's body. She couldn't comprehend, but knew that this was much more intense for her with her magic, and she rubbed her thumb over the back of Elsa's hand as they sat there. Once Elsa had calmed, she slid up over Maren's lap again, straddling her. She could die a thousand times over and never get sick of losing herself in the depth of those blue eyes. Elsa kissed her softly, then slumped down to rest her head on Maren's shoulder, breathing deeply.

She stroked Elsa's bare back and hooked her chin up over her shoulder, sending calming energy into her. Elsa's breathing slowed and she could feel her go limp, falling asleep, exhausted again. She adjusted her grip around her, pulling her close and continuing to rub her slight back. She watched the waterfall tumble down at the other end of the pond. A movement caught her eye and she saw Nokk's nose and eyes peer up in the mist beneath it, staring at her.

'Don't worry, I've got her.' She whispered with a smile. At that the water horse slipped beneath the water, then shot up the waterfall and disappeared. Defying the direction of the rocks and flowing water. She was free.