So after Frozen II and the whole Fifth Spirit thing I was struck with the idea that Elsa is pretty much extra-human in more ways than the ice powers now. Which then led to the kind of tragic conclusion that it means immortality. So then I had to write a future fic that made things a little happier.

A swift breeze pulled her braid, the dark plait came over her shoulder. Gazing out over the ocean, Honeymaren could feel the excitement in her heart.

She was so close now.

The wind seemed to wrap around her, tugging at the zipper pulls on her jacket and the laces on her boots. Honeymaren laughed aloud at that. Everything was so like in her dreams.

"I would say that was an ill wind, but the air seems glad to see you." An older voice spoke from behind. Feet crunched the beach pebbles as the newcomer stepped forward.

"Áhkku." Honeymaren greeted, "Good morning." She noticed her grandmother look out to sea, as if seeing something beyond the horizon. Nervous a moment, Honeymaren looked down to the kayak at her feet. It was well prepared for a sea journey and stocked for climbing or hiking.

"So you are following this path you told me of?" Her grandmother asked, looking at the kayak and Honeymaren.

"I know in my heart, I have to go to Ahtohallan." Honeymaren turned to look out over the ocean again. "She is there."

"Do not be disappointed if the legend is just that." The older woman said, a sparkle in her eye.

"Áhkku! You're the one who told me that the stories are true!" Honeymaren felt a lurch inside her, denying the possibility that it was all just a fairy tale.

"Calm yourself child." A hand gripped Honeymaren's arm. "I hope you find what you seek."

"Thank you Áhkku." The young woman clasped her grandmother in an embrace. "I will come back." She promised.

Showering pebbles rattled as someone ran across the beach. "Maren! You're still here!" Ryder skidded to a halt and he breathed deep. "Glad I caught you." His jeans were mud spattered and one of his boots was sopping wet. "My phone died so I woke up late and I thought I'd missed you."

"You are just in time." Honeymaren grabbed her twin in a hug. "Thank you for coming to see me off.

"I heard you promise to come back." Ryder held onto his sister tight. "I will come get you if you don't."

"I know you will." Honeymaren laughed softly. Stepping back she looked at her family. "Wish me luck?"

"Always." Ryder caught her arm at her elbow, a gesture she returned.

Her family were silent as Honeymaren pulled off her hiking boots and pulled her dry-suit boots on. She was already dressed for kayaking, her hiking equipment was already stowed on the kayak and her boots joined it.

With one last check, Honeymaren lifted the kayak and walked to the sea. Again the wind seemed to swirl about her joyfully. Seh smiled "báhcet dearvan." She called to her brother and grandmother. The water was deep enough for her to start rowing the kayak, she climbed in and pushed off with a strong stroke through the sea.

"Go get her sis!" Ryder yelled, jumping and waving.

After half an hour of rowing away from the shore Honeymaren couldn't see the coastline or the forest, she could just about make out the mountains when she looked back. Though now, finally on her journey, Honeymaren was only focused on what lay ahead.

The River and, hopefully, her Queen.

The ocean was calm, the wind kind, her heart sang in anticipation. Honeymaren knew her path was right. Others had been unsure that her dreams were true, some even scornful. But she knew and the signs – the elements supporting her, it had to be true.

Everything was so like her dreams.

Honeymaren was certain that the currents were carrying her to her goal. Already a mountain-island with a pristine glacier cap was visible on the horizon. "Ahtohallan." She breathed the word. Her heart leapt with joy.

She knew this place.

Unbidden, memories of dreams came to the forefront of her mind. Visiting this place with her, the Lady. Her Lady. Honeymaren couldn't help an excited little giggle. She was nearly there.

With renewed purpose, Honeymaren rowed to the island. Again the breeze played around her and the current carried her kayak closer.

"I'm coming to you." Honeymaren whispered to the wind.

This close to her goal, the woman did not slow her pace. It took less than an hour to reach the snowy shore. Her kayak slid from waves to ice and Honeymaren climbed out. The glacier had an otherworldly glow up close, so familiar that Honeymaren didn't need to think about finding a way in. She lifted the prow of the kayak to take it from the shore.

Her feet made the snow crunch and the kayak behind her slid easily along.

At the sheer face of the glacier Honeymaren set a stake and tethered her kayak. It was quick work to put her hiking gear on; sturdy trousers over her dry-suit and kayaking boots swapped for hiking boots. She pulled ice grips on over her boots, ready for what conditions she knew she would find within.

Pulling her pack on, Honeymaren mentally checked off the contents. Climbing gear, fresh water, food supplies and a selection of chocolate.

For energy.

Really.

Nothing to do with the sound of delighted laughter and blue eyes alight with pleasure over the sweet treat.

(There was one box of luxury truffles tucked safely away in her bag.

"Where has that entrance gotten to?" Honeymaren muttered, looking at the face that should have let her in. She was aware that a long time must have passed since visitors were here last. If certain discoveries she had made were fact.

Looking carefully at the ice, Honeymaren searched for a clue or anything to jog her memory, her dream-memory. It had taken her this far and she wasn't about to give up on her path.

Her companion the breeze swirled around her and then against the ice. A sparkling shower of crystals was freed to reveal a crevasse, an entrance into the glacier. "Thank you." Honeymaren said aloud. So near a magical place- the Wind Spirit had to be here, helping her.

With a last look at the sky, Honeymaren stepped into the glacier.

Somehow the ice glowed, it lit up the tunnels with ever more colour the deeper into the glacier Honeymaren went. Despite the danger of exploring an ice cavern, she found herself enchanted.

Without conscious thought, Honeymaren knew the way through this cavern. She looked at the walls, they appeared sculpted rather than formed and still glowed from within. She ran her hand along the smooth surface as she walked on.

Soon the passage let out, at a chasm too tall to see the top and too deep to see the bottom. The glow was still in the ice, on the opposite side of the canyon and within the tall columns that bridged the gap as stepping stones.

"Ok Honeymaren. You are prepared for this." She told herself, keeping any trepidation away. Setting down her pack to get the equipment she would need. Her dreams often included this chasm and the sparkling columns. Of course, in dreams she was held in the arms of her lady, guided to each step.

In short order Honeymaren had her climbing harness on and ropes anchored well. At this point it was for safety, but possibly she would need to climb. "If I miss." She muttered.

Whether it was her lifelong dreams of this place, of the forest and a glittering palace in the mountains; or her great love of the nature her people lived in. But Honeymaren had learned how to climb, freehand or with ropes, she could even train others. As a qualified Forest Ranger employed by the crown, she could cross this chasm.

"I can do this." Honeymaren stood at the edge of the ice-cliff. With enough slack rope to cover the distance to the first column, she checked her path.

Closing her eyes a moment, Honeymaren saw a smiling face with brilliant blue eyes. "I'm coming." Focusing on her goal, she jumped.

The landing gave her a little lurch but her ice-spikes gripped. "One down." She looked out over the chasm, another step closer.

Having taken the first leap, Honeymaren was ready for the rest. Each was easier than the last as her confidence and joy grew every step nearer.

Stood on the opposite side, she tapped a peg in to the ice to anchor her climbing rope. Unclipped from her harness, she stepped back and took it off. Stowing it away, there were no more spaces like this to cross.

After the chasm was a room, grand and vaulted. A door stood at the far end, the triangular frame had the runes of the four spirits carved into the ice. The door itself was marked with a snowflake, one she knew so well from dreams.

"This is it." Honeymaren whispered, awestruck. Beyond this door was her truth.

Taking a breath she heaved the door open.

A vast chamber was beyond the door. It was pure white, empty save for a structure built of fine blue Ice in the centre.

It appeared to be a grand and ornate bed. Honeymaren let her hope rise, her steps became more careful, even though the floor was safer here than any of the passages before.

Reaching the bed her breath was stolen. There was a woman laid upon it, pale as ice and beautiful. Maren dropped her pack and approached the woman.

"Elsa."

Honeymaren finally spoke the name she had never dared. It had been in her heart for as long as she could remember, but to say it could jinx her. Break the spell.

Now though, with the woman right there, her lady, she could say that name.

"Elsa." It was like a song, a prayer. Honeymaren reached out to run a finger over soft skin, like she had done so many times in dreams.

Eyes opened, lucent blue like a thousand clear skies. Honeymaren felt her breath catch again.

"Honey?" Elsa whispered, confused. Her unguarded amazement hardened to anger in a blink. "A trick."

"No! Not a trick! I promise." Honeymaren fell back to sit on the floor. She was awestruck to be so close to Elsa, after so long dreaming.

Now to figure out what to do next.

There is more to come, I promise.