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they get twins using Honeymarens egg and Elsa being the one giving birth!

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When Honeymaren, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and affection, asked where she had managed to gather such an impressive array of information about crystals, Elsa's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She gave a small, shy shrug. "Most of it," she admitted, her voice soft, "I learned through forums on the internet, actually." She chuckled, a light, melodic sound. "You know me, with most of my interests, I just end up in a complete rabbit hole. I eventually soak up all the information, like a sponge does with water. My brain just seems to do that with information about my favorite things, and especially complex math equations."

She lingered in Honeymaren's warm embrace for a little longer, savoring the soft, comforting scent of flowers that always seemed to emanate from Honeymaren's skin. It was a scent that had become synonymous with home, with safety, with pure, unadulterated love. Finally, Elsa gently extricated herself from the hug, taking Honeymaren's hands in her own. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumroll to the moment she had been rehearsing in her mind all day. She took a final, deep, steadying breath, the air filling her lungs with a mix of anticipation and a thrilling, terrifying vulnerability. The question that had been plaguing her mind, a beautiful, insistent melody, was finally ready to be sung.

"Honeymaren," she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly, but filled with an unwavering conviction, "I love you. And I don't just love you; I want everything with you." Her gaze held Honeymaren's, a universe of shared dreams reflected in their depths. "I want that white picket fence dream of a family with you, where we can tend to a flourishing garden together, and hear the happy sounds of our children wandering about. I want us to have animals to care for, and flowers to nurture, as we continue to take care of each other, every single day." She bit her lip, a nervous but hopeful gesture, as her hand fumbled in the pocket of her skirt. With a graceful motion, she produced a small, velvet bag, its soft fabric a stark contrast to the weighty significance of its contents, and gently placed it in Honeymaren's open palm.

Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears of hope and profound love, met Honeymaren's once more. "What I'm trying to say is," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly with emotion, "will you marry me?"

Honeymaren could have listened to her go on for hours. She hadn't realized that there were so many different types of one crystal, and that they all had their own individual history and meaning. While she could have assumed, it was so intriguing to hear someone passionate about it tell her all of the different varieties. And not just because it happened to be her girlfriend doing it. There really was a sort of fascination about learning it.

"Where did you learn all of this?" Honeymaren asked, her eyes following closely as Elsa pointed to each of the crystals, following along with wonder. She knew enough about gems and stones and their meanings to have picked one out in particular for Elsa, but that was not something she was willing to reveal at this moment. In due time, she kept telling herself. The moment would present itself. "I love that, thank you for sharing this with me." Her smile was genuine, and full of adoration. When Elsa kissed her, she couldn't help but blush, but returned it with much gratitude and love.

Her arms found their way home in Elsa's embrace, holding her snuggly as they kissed. It was moments like this, that Honeymaren realized just how much she loved this woman, and would do anything that she asked. They'd come far in their relationship, breaking down barriers and learning how to love again, the both of them. Maybe that was why they had built such a close bond; they had each helped one another find the best version of themselves. Knowing how shy and reserved Elsa had been when they first started dating, Honeymaren could not have been more proud of the woman standing before her. "I love you," she whispered as they pulled apart, her lips unable to break from the smile on her face.

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Elsa's gaze drifted, her eyes landing on a particular agate crystal. A small, ironic smile touched her lips as she recognized it – the very same type of gem that graced Honeymaren's engagement ring. Was this the universe, in its subtle and sometimes mischievous way, sending her a sign?

"Oh, this is an agate crystal," she began, her voice bright and enthusiastic, a wide smile spreading across her features. "Agate is a banded variety of chalcedony, which is a microcrystalline form of quartz. It can also contain other silica phases like opal and moganite. Agates are characterized by their alternating bands of different colored chalcedony, though some varieties, like moss agate, don't have visible banding. The colors can vary widely due to impurities like iron, manganese, and chromium. The patterns can really resemble anything, from intricate fortifications to delicate moss or even graceful plumes."

She picked up another, her fingers tracing its smooth surface. "There are so many different kinds of agate crystals. For example, this one here is a Blue Lace Agate, known for its pale blue and white wavy bands. It's often associated with calming energy and clear communication, which I think is just lovely." She then pointed to another, "And this, this is a Botswana Agate. It features these beautiful, contrasting bands of purple, pink, black, grey, and white, and it's often linked to comfort, emotional healing, and resilience."

Of course, her mind then went to the moss agate, the very one she had so carefully picked out for Honeymaren's ring. It displayed beautiful green, moss-like patterns, symbolizing new beginnings and growth. And what could be a greater new beginning than what she envisioned for their future?

She continued, a thoughtful expression on her face, "Then there are three more types that immediately come to mind. There's Dendritic Agate, which contains these fascinating fern-like patterns formed by manganese or iron oxides. It's often associated with self-discovery and a deep connection to nature. And look at this one, a Fire Agate! It exhibits this truly vibrant, iridescent, fiery glow, and it's believed to enhance passion, courage, and creativity. Lastly, we have Crazy Lace Agate, known for its intricate, colorful, swirling patterns, often associated with joy and laughter."

"Overall," Elsa concluded, her voice softening, "agate is such a versatile and gentle stone that offers a wide array of spiritual benefits. It's primarily known for its ability to bring balance, stability, and emotional healing, supporting individuals on their journey of self-discovery and spiritual growth."

Her long explanation finished, Elsa looked into Honeymaren's eyes, a hint of longing shimmering within her own. And just like that, she leaned in and kissed her. While it was often Honeymaren who initiated their embraces or asked Elsa for a kiss, this time it was Elsa who made the first move. She wanted to give Honeymaren everything, to make her happy, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.

Honeymaren was glad that so far everything seemed to be going well. She didn’t want to hover too much around Rose and Phillipa, since she was also there to spend time with her girlfriend, but wanted to make sure they were ok. When the two had split off, she felt a bit relieved that they seemed to be doing alright on their own, but also because now she could focus on Elsa. Honeymaren gazed at her beautiful girlfriend, watching her admirably as she looked at the various crystals on the table. “Can you tell me more about these?” she asked, pointing to a few different ones.

Sure, she could have asked the merchant selling them, but she wanted to allow Elsa to talk about things she enjoyed, and to hear them from her directly. It warmed Honeymaren’s heart to listen to Elsa rattle on about her interests. She genuinely wanted to know everything that Elsa did, and enjoyed learning new things from her. Besides, getting her distracted would mean that Honeymaren had extra time to think about what she was going to say to her. Love was in the air at pride, and she wanted to be able to express all of her love and emotions effectively.

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Elsa couldn't help but smile, a warm, genuine curve of her lips, as she witnessed the sweet, hesitant moment unfolding between Phillipa and Rose. A wave of empathy washed over her, recalling her own early days with Honeymaren. She remembered the tentative dance they'd performed, tiptoeing around each other, testing the waters with gentle touches and lingering gazes, trying to discern if the unspoken affection they felt was truly reciprocated, if their love was as profound as it felt in their hearts. Phillipa's current bashfulness was so familiar, a mirror to her own past insecurities.

And speaking of secrets, Elsa herself was holding onto one, a significant one, from Honeymaren – a secret that currently rested in the form of a small, gleaming gem nestled within a velvet bag, carefully tucked away in the pocket of her skirt. A nervous flutter resided in her stomach, a constant companion since she'd woken that morning. Every now and then, almost instinctively, her hand would slip into her skirt pocket, her fingers brushing against the fabric, just to check if the ring was still there, if it hadn't somehow vanished. She was, of course, incredibly nervous. The sheer weight of the question she intended to ask felt monumental, and she had no idea if today, this very day, would be the opportune moment. Yet, a deep, abiding feeling settled over her, a quiet conviction that somehow, fate would be smiling upon them both today, guiding her hand and Honeymaren's heart.

As they strolled past a vendor, Elsa casually reached out, her fingers closing around a free sample of chapstick. Hmm, chapstick, she thought with an inner smirk. What was she, if not a lipstick lesbian? Of course, she was going to take the chapstick. It was a small, almost unconscious gesture, but it grounded her, a familiar act amidst the whirlwind of her secret plans.

"Hmm, maybe Phillipa or Rose can ask the tarots first," she suggested, her gaze drifting towards the shimmering display of crystals. "I want to check these crystals out first." Her voice was light, but beneath it lay a strategic purpose. While her friends explored their curiosities, Elsa could use the precious moments to gather her courage, steady her racing heart, and meticulously put her proposal plans into motion. The perfect moment felt tantalizingly closer.

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Honeymaren wondered briefly if they should be witnessing such a tender moment between the two young girls, but at the same time, she couldn't help but want to be involved. It was so obvious now that they had feelings for one another, she just wanted to push both of them together and say just kiss already but she knew that she couldn't rush them. Still, somehow, she wanted to try and give them a gentle nudge. Attending pride had been the first step, now it was time to kick it into second gear.

"I think what Phillipa was trying to say," Honeymaren stepped in, placing a gentle hand on the poor girls shoulder. "Is that she thinks it looks lovely. You should definitely get that one, if that's what you like."

It seemed that the group had decided to be a bit adventurous and test the fates by having their fortunes read, which, she didn't hate the sound of. Honeymaren knew that a lot of the times these were just people who were good at guessing, but what was the fun in relaying that? Besides, she had to believe that some of them were real, since there definitely was a way to predict these things. Call it magic, intuition, or just luck, but it was all under the same realm. "Why don't we make our way over there, then? We can look at the crystals on the way."

Honeymaren led them all in the general direction of their next stop, walking slowly to give everyone a chance to catch up but also browse. There were people handing out free samples of things, like bubbles, Chapstick, and fans, to which Honeymaren gladly took a few. "This is one of the best parts of these festivals, I think," she teased. "Now. Who wants to have their future read first?"

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Elsabeth's face, usually composed and serene, lit up with an incandescent joy at the mere mention of the word crystals. It was a secret passion, a whisper of her true self that she rarely dared to let surface. Since childhood, she had been drawn to the mystical, the unseen, nurturing a profound interest in tarot, ancient deities, and the myriad threads of spiritual wisdom. Yet, these deep-seated inclinations remained carefully guarded, tucked away from the scrutiny of her loving but traditional parents. She knew they would support "Elsa" in nearly everything, a testament to their unwavering affection, but there were so many facets of her being, so many secrets she had kept close to her heart, all in the pursuit of being the perfect, unassuming daughter. Loving women, with the fierce tenderness she felt for Honeymaren, was undeniably one of the most significant of these hidden truths.

A soft, melodic chuckle escaped her lips as Honeymaren's gentle kiss brushed against them. It was a simple gesture, yet it resonated through Elsabeth's entire being, a constant reaffirmation of the profound love and acceptance she found in her girlfriend's embrace. Every shared look, every intertwined hand, every kiss was a small rebellion against the constraints she had placed upon herself. And as she reveled in their closeness, a spark of hope ignited within her – a playful, yet earnest desire that their own unabashed public displays of affection might serve as a beacon, gently pushing Rose and Phillipa to finally acknowledge and confess their own deeply cherished, joined love to the world.

"I certainly would want to check out the crystals," Elsabeth murmured, her voice laced with an almost breathless anticipation, her gaze still fixed on Honeymaren, radiating a warmth that mirrored the sunlight. "And, are they doing tarot readings as well?" The question hung in the air, but her mind was already drifting, conjuring images of future possibilities. Perhaps, she thought, in the hushed sanctity of a reading, surrounded by the shimmering energies of the stones, she could ask the universe, with all the fervent hope of her soul, to weave their destinies together, to have Honeymaren at her side forever. That, she mused, closing her eyes for a fleeting moment as she leaned into Honeymaren's warmth, would be more than merely lovely; it would be the most beautiful, breathtaking dream come true.

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Honeymaren was excited to show them all how fun and exciting and freeing Pride could be. She remembered her first pride, and it was such a wonderful experience that she encouraged everyone to attend at least one in their lifetime. Even allies, as the queer community could always use support. She had busted out a little crocheted top with the colors of the lesbian flag on it, and paired it with some jeans and a very queer style cardigan, with lots of accessories. Normally, she wouldn't flaunt this much, but at pride, you could do or be whatever your heart desired.

Watching Phillipa and Rose felt like watching her teenage self again. Sure, these young women were a bit older than teens, but the childlike excitement and wonder was still very much there, and it made her smile. She gave a gentle tug at Elsa's hand to follow her off to where the two younger girls set, noticing the jewelry she had found. "Well, personally I think it would look good on either of you," she agreed. "A lovely match for your skin tone, too, I'd say." Honeymaren turned to the person who was selling the piece, and asked how much it was.

She reached into her purse, pulling out her wallet and purchasing the pendant for her. "Here, let me help you put it on," Honeymaren motioned, a warm smile on her face. "Turn." She gently fastened it around Phillipa's neck, making sure it was secure. "There, that should be a good first pride memory, hm?" Honeymaren turned back to Elsa, putting an arm around her. "If you see anything you like, let me know," she insisted, giving her girlfriend a kiss. "Same to you, Rose."

There was plenty to explore, and see, but Honeymaren wanted this trip to be about the three of them. She would do whatever they wanted. "There is a lot more to see. Clothes, books, crystals... you name it. Whatever interests you, I'm sure they've got it."

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A palpable wave of nervousness crashed over Elsa, seizing her breath in a tight knot in her chest. It was the kind of anxiety that had long been her unwanted companion, a constant, chilling whisper of caution, especially now, as Honeymaren gently, deliberately, set her empty cup down on the small, wooden table between them. The soft clink of porcelain against wood seemed to echo in the sudden, charged silence of the room, each tick of the distant grandfather clock amplifying Elsa's internal turmoil. Her mind, a flurry of self-reproach, screamed at her for having dared to voice the tender, fragile feelings she had so carefully kept hidden, deep within the chambers of her heart.

"Conceal, don't feel," the old, familiar mantra reverberated through her, a stark reminder of a past when emotions were dangerous, best locked away and never to be seen again. This was a direct defiance of that deeply ingrained rule, and the raw vulnerability of it made her tremble. She wished she could retract the words, pull them back into the safe, secret place from which they'd escaped, and bolt the door behind them forever. Shame and regret began to sting her eyes, a prelude to the inevitable rejection she anticipated.

But then, Honeymaren leaned forward, her eyes warm and earnest, and kissed her. Not a tentative brush, but a soft, lingering press of lips that stole Elsa's breath and momentarily silenced the clamor of her anxieties. Then, before Elsa could even process the exquisite surprise, Honeymaren kissed her again, a second, equally tender affirmation that left Elsa utterly bewildered, a hopeful warmth spreading through her veins.

And just like that, in the dizzying aftermath of the double kiss, Elsa felt a peculiar sensation. Her skin began to tingle, growing strangely firm, then a vibrant, undeniable crimson. Her fingers, long and elegant moments before, now felt stubby and segmented. A quick glance down confirmed the utterly baffling transformation: she had turned into a lobster. A small, bright red crustacean, sitting incongruously on the plush velvet cushion where Elsa had just been. well not like an actual lobster of course, but a very red flushed Elsa that could be mistaken by one.

Despite the sudden kiss , her mind, still reeling from the unexpected affection, managed to cling to the most pressing question. "Does that mean I can ask you on a date," Elsa's voice, surprisingly un-lobster-like, squeaked out, a blend of embarrassment and an almost desperate need for clarity, "or multiple dates?" The question hung in the air, ridiculous yet profoundly important.

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Elsa's heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and excitement as she stepped onto the bustling street, a vibrant river of rainbow flags, glitter, and laughter flowing around them. This was her first Pride, and honestly, she had no clue what to expect. She'd seen pictures, of course, but the sheer sensory overload was something else entirely – the thrum of distant music, the joyous shouts, the kaleidoscope of colors blurring into a single, magnificent spectacle. But more than just being here for herself, she was here in a mentor-type fashion for Phillipa, who had bombarded her with questions over the past few weeks, mostly centered around dating women. Elsa suspected a good deal of those queries had everything to do with the girl Phillipa had invited along today. Rose? Yes, that was her name.

Elsa glanced at Phillipa, who was wide-eyed, clearly soaking in every detail. Then, she felt the familiar warmth of Honeymaren's hand find hers, and by instinct, her fingers interlaced with Honeymaren's. They had been dating for a while now, and these casual, public displays of affection no longer startled her as much as they used to. A comfortable quiet settled between them, a testament to their growing ease with each other.

"I'm up for whatever you guys are," Elsa said shyly, her voice a little lost in the joyful din, but loud enough for them to hear. She squeezed Honeymaren's hand gently, finding a grounding presence in the midst of the swirling energy. "We can either stick together and explore as a group, or we could go our separate ways for a bit and meet up later for lunch? There's so much to see, it might be easier to tackle in smaller batches." She looked between Phillipa and Rose, trying to gauge their unspoken desires. The decision, she knew, would set the tone for their day.

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Honeymaren had never been more excited for pride month. She had already made all of the preparations for the college, and hung up flyers around the campus. This year was incredibly important to her; yes, she was going to spend it with her wonderful girlfriend, but more importantly, she was helping two young potential lovers discover themselves in real time. She had spoken with Phillipa and Rose on several different occasions, Phillipa more so than Rose, and had gathered that there was something special between the two.

Having acted as sort of a mentor to Rose during school, she wanted to be there to help her through her first festival. And with Phillipa, well, she was helping the girl become more confident in her feelings toward women. What better place to do so? Who better than her to set an example?

This festival was important for so many reasons, but most of all, she wanted them all to have fun. There were already so many people there, with booths and music and food that she understood it could be a bit overwhelming, so she wanted to preface that they could do whatever they wanted. "Well, we've made it," she smiled. "What would everyone like to do? There are no rules or structured schedules here, but there are certainly fun things to do."

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Elsa couldn't help but smile, a soft, fond curve of her lips, as she recalled the chaotic yet hilarious scene at the wedding reception. The little dog, a mischievous terrier, had made off with one of the bride's shoes, leading to a frantic, laughter-filled chase that ended with Elsa herself tumbling ungracefully into the shimmering blue of the hotel pool. It had been all fun and games, a lighthearted chaos that, thankfully, her college friend, the now happily married bride, still remembered with amusement rather than embarrassment. Her friend, glowing with a serene happiness, now had two beautiful children, a testament to a love that had blossomed and deepened over the years. This domestic bliss, so tangible and real, stirred a nascent curiosity within Elsa, a quiet whisper of possibility she hadn't dared to entertain before.

Turning to Honeymaren, her gaze softened, tracing the gentle curve of her girlfriend's profile. "What type of wedding would you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a sweet murmur, the question feeling oddly profound in the romantic hum of the reception.

Elsabeth’s eyes, usually so direct and confident, held a touch of shyness as she admitted, "Being the loner that I was, I never thought I'd find someone who would want to marry me, so I never gave it a thought. But now we attend this wedding, I just…" Her voice trailed off, but her hopeful glance, filled with unspoken dreams, spoke volumes. Elsa's heart fluttered, a warmth spreading through her chest. It was a shared vulnerability, a quiet acknowledgment of a future that was no longer a distant, abstract concept but a tangible, beautiful possibility unfolding before them. The idea of their future, woven together, felt suddenly real and achingly sweet.

When Honeymaren’s hand gently cupped her cheek, her thumb stroking lightly, and she leaned in, asking permission for a kiss, Elsa didn't hesitate for a second. Normally, public displays of affection made her blush and retreat into her shell, a deep-seated shyness her constant companion. But tonight, something was different. Perhaps it was the intoxicating romanticism of the wedding, the air thick with whispered vows and joyful celebrations, pulling her towards Honeymaren like a moth to a flame, or a female mosquito drawn irresistibly to warmth and life. Before she even fully processed the thought, her lips found Honeymaren’s, soft and yielding, and her arms, as if guided by an ancient instinct, wrapped around Honeymaren’s neck, pulling her in deeply. It was a passionate kiss, one that swallowed the surrounding chatter and music, leaving only the exquisite sensation of Honeymaren's lips on hers, a promise of everything they could be.

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@magicalelsaarendelle/  a  private writing account belonging to the roleplay group happiestplacehq   as queen Elsa, known in Redwood Hollow as Elsabeth Arendelle. based   on   the  disney film from 2013  'FROZEN'and the disney film from 2019 'FROZEN II' written  by   Naomi ( she/her,   29,  gmt+1-2 ). 

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