Alright, so this is going to be interesting. As a strong Destiel shipper myself, i still found myself tossing and turning, unable to get two twin immortal young women out of my mind. They seemed perfect for Sam and Dean, and i just had to write them down. I will post this as well as the first chapter to get you guys interested, but past that, i need at least one thoughtful review to continue :) sorry, but i need to know people are interested to keep this up! The pairings are Elsa x Dean, Wren x Sam. Also, this is set at the beginning of season 7.
Long Ago:
As the twins stood together at the helm of the ship, one in white and one in red, they felt the bitter winds of Norway bite against their pale skin with teeth as sharp as razors.
The woman in red rested a bare hand on the head of the carved dragon at the front of the ship, its massive iron head bowed down to watch the roiling of black, icy waters. The wood of the ship creaked and groaned in seemingly constant agony, and the sailors barked orders in a language which would be dead and forgotten in a few centuries.
Her sister smoothed her cloak over her gown, the white fur matching the hue of her hair perfectly, which danced in the wind like gentle snow flurries.
"Wren."
The woman slid her hand off the dragon head and eyed her sister curiously, her hair like a flaming torch for those lost to sea. "Ja?"
Silence.
"Speak, Elsa," said Wren, laying her head on top of the dragon's. She could see sailors and vikings stumbling off their ships, frost-bitten and harsh. Their beards were long and thick, and in their Scandinavian-esque language, they began to tell recounts of large beasts rising from the deep, seemingly released by Loki himself. Ones that made waves bigger than Galdhøpiggen and were thrice as large themselves; ones that could have eaten Grendel in one resounding bite.
Even Wren herself felt unnerved by them.
Elsa sighed. "Are you prepared for our journey?"
Wren leaned against her older sister of nary three minutes, and together, they looked out into the unknown. This early in the morning, chilled fog as thick as the mens' beards ghosted over the waters, shielding their eyes from the dangers they would encounter.
"I am as ready as Beowulf when he fought the dragon," teased Wren, and Elsa's light laughter was muffled in the heavy fog around them.
"If we return, the men shall be fighting each other to the death for our hands in marriage. Being a warrior is one thing, but being the husband of one? An unequaled honour!" Elsa puffed, and her breath came out like frozen fire in the cold. "What warrior would not want a woman who hadst slain monsters and tamed Níðhöggr? Not one I would wish to claim as my mate!"
At this point, the two girls were laughing heartily, their cheeks and the tips of their noses warming to a merry red. It was just a mask, however, for their worry over their fates.
They were quiet for a few minutes, then Elsa said softly, "Wōden is looking over us, søster, and we will be known by the strength of our people."
When Wren looked like she was about to speak, Elsa held up a hand. "We will be known by the strength of our people, but we will be burned in the scrolls of monks forever by our valiance. We are to battle these monsters now, and we are to win. 'Tis as simple as that."
Wren smiled crookedly, and as the longship was pushed out into the cold unknown, they both gripped the head of the iron dragon.
There was ice in Elsa's smile.
And there was fire in her sister's eyes.
Alright, how was the prologue? This is set during the beginning of the 11th century, a few decades before the end of the Viking Era, but the rest will be present, this is to get a feel of the sisters' past and their struggles. There were a few words throughout I borrowed from the languages in Scandinavia of that time period, such as Norwegian, Icelandic, and Old English. I will also allude heavily to Norse mythology, so at the end of every chapter, I will really try to make a key or something to clarify anything. If you still have questions, ask! Please review! Thanks :)
"Ja" = yes
Loki= norse god of mayhem and mischief (sorry, not related to Avengers, sweets!)
Galdhøpiggen = one of the biggest mountains in Norway
Grendel = the monster slayed by Beowulf in the epic Beowulf
Beowulf = the norse hero in the epic Beowulf, who slays Grendel and his mother, as well as the dragon fifty years later, at the cost of his own life.
Níðhöggr = the dragon who constantly gnaws at the root of the World Tree, according to norse mythology.
Søster = norwegian for sister
Wōden = Old English version of Odin, the Allfather of the gods and the ruler of Asgard (home of the gods)