A/N: Hi guys, this is Birdie, one of the co-authors. Just wanted to put in some warnings here, since they didn't fit in the summary. This is set in a high society Nordic AU and contains Nyotalia, namely fem!Sweden, fem!Norway, and fem!Iceland; there is going to be abuse by a doctor in the asylum, and that abuse comes in many forms, some of which are unknown to Queenie (the other co-author) and myself; one of the guaranteed forms is rape, so if you find this theme offensive, please leave this page before you begin reading, as many of our 'test readers'(our friends) have found the story rather enthralling and difficult to leave once you've begun. Thank you for your time ^_^ now enjoy the fic~
Also, their names: Fem!Norway: Freyja Sinnysk (her last name will change later.); Fem!Iceland: Lilja Sinnysk (this will also change later.); and Fem!Sweden's name is going to be Kristina Oxenstierna; and Denmark's name is going to be Mathias Kholer.
Freyja flopped in her little sister's bed, smiling at the other girl and waiting for her to spill the news that was apparently direly important. "Well? What is it?" She asked, widening her eyes and looking up at her sister. "I promise I won't tell mom and dad~" She sang, kicking her legs in the air playfully while waiting on the news.
Lilja took a deep breath as she looked up from the book of fairytales she had been reading over at her desk. She gave her older sister a smile and hoped that she wouldn't hate her for what she was about to tell her. "W-Well..." She started quietly, licking her dry lips as she tried to think of how to tell her sister she liked girls, not guys. "Umm... I'm really not quite sure how to put it..." She kept talking quietly, chewing on her lip as she looked down at the floor.
Freyja rolled onto her stomach, supporting her chin on her hands and raising her blonde eyebrows while she absent-mindedly kicked herself in the butt. "You sound scared of something... what's wrong? Are you in trouble or something?" She asked concernedly, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips worriedly.
Lilja took another deep breath, her grip on her book tightening as she looked up at her sister, her hands shaking a little as she opened her mouth to admit her biggest secret, that had taken her months to figure out. "Frey... Please, please don't hate me for this, but..." She trailed off, taking another breath and licking her dry lips again before opening her mouth to say the secret. "..IthinkI'malesbian..." She rushed out quickly, biting down on her lip and flinching away, as if expecting her sister to start throwing a fit at her now.
Freyja blinked at her sister's little statement of thoughts, raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips a bit before sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, letting herself stand. "Lilja, why would I hate you for tha-" She was cut off by the door to her sister's room being pushed open, their parents staring in at them and flanked by a pair of large men in long white lab coats and thick latex gloves that hid their hands from view.
Lilja had opened her mouth to respond to her sister, after setting her book down on the desk as she scooted forwards to sit on the very edge of her chair, before she whipped her head around when the door opened, and her eyes went wide when she saw their parents... and the men in the white coats.
"The blonde one." Freyja and Lilja's father Steil drawled, casting his gaze to the ground and biting into his lip while the agonizing idea of his oldest daughter being hauled off to a madhouse ran through his mind.
Their mother Lovise pursued her lips as she surveyed her daughters. She didn't want to send away her beautiful Freyja, but the girl was mad, that much was evident in her ramblings, and she couldn't have a mad daughter in her perfect, normal, family. "Take her away now." She said stiffly, not meeting either of her daughter's eyes. It wasn't her fault that Freyja had lost her mind, since she herself was perfectly sane thank you very much! And Lilja was still very much sane as well, and she couldn't have her eldest corrupting poor little Lilja now, could she?
Both of the men nodded in unison, surging forward and grabbing onto Freyja's upper arms, tugging them behind her back while she squealed and struggled against them.
"W-what's going on? Mom! Dad?" Freyja shouted, trying to escape the vice grip that the pair of men held on her. "What's going on!" She shrieked, Her bright blue eyes wide in horror before the men in coats lifted her off of her feet, each of them grabbing onto one of her ankles to keep them from moving about too much.
Steil bit into his lips, closing his eyes tightly and looking down at his feet while he listened to his blonde daughter scream for clarification. He knew that his wife was right, that their daughter was cracked in the head, but that didn't make the fact that he'd never see her again any less painful.
Lilja stood up, eyes wide as she tried to make the men let go of her sister. "Let go of her! What are you doing! What's going on! Let go of Freyja!" She shouted at them, attempting to make them let go of her older sister, but she just got shoved back. "Mom! Dad! Don't let them take her away!" She shouted, tears welling up in her eyes as she flung herself at her father, begging him to make the men let her sister go.
Lovise watched with an expressionless face as she watched her insane older daughter get taken away. It's for the best,she thought, after all, Lilja is much too attached to her, and Freyja only would have made Lilja go mad as well if we let her stay any longer. She knew that it was for the best, after all, what would the neighbours and her friends think if they found out that her eldest daughter was a wacko? No, it was for the best if Freyja just disappeared, like one of her friend's daughter had done a few months back. No one had questioned it when Mrs. Oxensteirna's daughter was no longer talked about, it was one of the unspoken rules in their high class social circle. Sometimes the family garden just needed to be weeded.
Freyja continued to squirm against the hands on her small frame, terror flooding her bodily systems and pumping adrenaline into her bloodstream. The large men held tight to her, though, and adrenaline could only provide so much power to a body that couldn't easily defend itself in the first place. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed, trying now to get one of the men's hands near to her face, to bite into their hands and force them to release her.
The men simply tightened their grips on her, hauling the small-framed teenager out to a white van that looked almost like an ambulance. They moved fluidly, trading Freyja's limbs until one of them had a free hand to open the back of the van, and they threw her in roughly before slamming the doors closed.
The taller man turned back to the girls' mother, taking his gloves off and being careful to turn them inside-out before putting them into his pocket and extending his hand to her. "Thank you for allowing us to get this one out of the real world, can't have their kind polluting the minds of the innocent." He said, looking pointedly at the little silver-haired girl as she ran from the house towards the van, its windows partially blacked out while the world "CONSILIUM'S ASYLUM" ran across the doors in bright blue lettering.
Freyja beat at the doors from the inside, desperately trying to free herself from the prison the men had thrown her into while her father stepped out of the house, squinting through the windows of the van and casting his gaze down when he saw her face.
Lilja screamed at the men to let her sister go with all she could, and she kept trying to make them let her go, only to be pushed back time and time again. Her eyes widened with absolute fear when she saw them throw Freyja into the back of a van and she ran forwards, beating on the doors, the windows, anything she could in a desperate attempt to get her older sister back.
Lovise smiled stiffly and daintily shook the man's hand, nodding. "Yes, we figured that we had already let it go on for far too long, and something ought to be done about her. It's a shame, she had so much potential before she went mad." She said, not sounding the least bit sorry that she was practically throwing her prized eldest daughter to the metaphorical wolves. Oh well, at least this way there was one less husband for her to find now that she only had one daughter. She would have to make sure that she was disowned quickly though, as their family couldn't handle any tarnishing to their name. Besides, Lilja was a fine daughter, nice, polite, and beautiful, and talented too, much like her older sister had been, she would snag a very wealthy husband and increase their family's social status even more, that was for sure. "You may leave now." She told the asylum worker coldly, turning around and heading back into the house, making a motion to her husband to collect their youngest -and now only- daughter. Yes, it was high time she started to make plans for Lilja's future, as she no longer had the plans in place for her eldest thanks to her losing her sanity.
Freyja beat at the windows harder when Lilja ran up to them, trying to scream through her metal prison 'bars' to get back to her sister. "LET ME OUT! MOM!" She screamed, trying to throw her weight against the doors of the van to free herself.
The asylum men nodded, looking at Lilja sadly before the taller one spoke, "It would be in your best interest to get help for her, perhaps find her some healthier friends that won't poison her mind as much as this one has apparently already done." He said, tapping the van's back window over Freyja's face as if to emphasize what he was saying. "Well, again, thank you for helping us with this one, I assure you that she'll be straightened out where we're taking her." He said, smiling at her sickeningly before turning around and making his way back into the front seat of the van, his companion having made his way into the driver's seat already.
Freyja cried loudly when the asylum van began to rumble beneath her, carrying her off towards somewhere she'd never even heard of; a place that would become her prison for the foreseeable future.
The asylum workers simply sighed at the girl in the back; such a sad case, beautiful little girl with attractive qualities that her insanity rendered null and useless. "Poor little thing... think she'll ever actually straighten out?" The taller man said to his colleague, earning a shaken head in response while he drove. "Well... maybe somebody will find a use for her in the asylum, if you know what I mean." He sighed, knowing that more than a few of the doctors abused the female patients, especially the beautiful ones like the little girl in the back. She was alarmingly similar to another blondie they'd thrown into the back a year or two ago, though the other girl had needed glasses and put up more of a fight thanks to her larger frame; one of the infamous doctors had most likely already made her into a toy.
Steil held back tears, grabbing onto Lilja and holding her against his chest when his wife motioned for him to restrain her. "I'm sorry... please don't let her see you being this hysterical, they'll take you too..." He whimpered to his youngest daughter, biting into his lip after he finished his statement.
Lilja clung to her father as if for dear life, sobbing into his chest when she heard the van carrying her older sister drive away. This couldn't be happening... It just couldn't! How could their own mother, their mother, just send Freyja away like that! How? She sobbed even harder, stuffing her fist in her mouth in an attempt to stay quiet when she heard her father's warning, but at this point, she didn't really care anymore, at least then she would be with Freyja again.
Lovise nodded again, having already been planning on sending Lilja to a lovely new private school, where no one would ask her about the disappearance of her older sister, it was a shame, but it also opened up a whole new world of opportunities. She had no plans though to ever let Freyja come home. Oh no, that girl would not be getting anywhere near their family ever again, otherwise she would most definitely tarnish their name, and that was something she could not have. Not at all. She began to head into the house, turning to her husband and remaining daughter, a smile on her face as if she hadn't just sent away her other daughter for good. "Why don't you two come inside? We wouldn't want Lilja to catch a cold, so it's probably best for her to have some soup and then just go to bed for the night, yes?" She said in a warm voice, smiling sweetly at her once again perfect, normal family.
Steil simply clung to Lilja, nodding at his wife's words and carrying Lilja inside, setting her down at the kitchen table and patting her shoulder before whispering shakily into her ear, "You just need to eat and go to bed, all right? Try not to make too much noise, cry if need be, but please don't draw attention to yourself... I can't lose both of my children..." He finished, biting his lip and straightening up to face his wife. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, dear..." He said softly, holding back his shaking tone and tears.
Lilja sniffed a little and nodded as she sat at the kitchen table, attempting to compose herself to keep her dad happy. He was the only one that actually cared now that Freyja was gone... But he would never do anything to stop her mother from doing whatever she so pleased. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, although she knew that she was most likely going to burst into tears again the second she was out of her mother's earshot.
Lovise gave them another warm smile and stepped into the kitchen to make the soup for her daughter. The poor thing just needed some food and a good nights rest, and she would forget all about that mess that they had just dealt with. She made the soup rather quickly; making sure that it was perfect, before bringing a bowl over to Lilja along with a spoon and napkin. She set them down in front of her daughter, smiling at her as she smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead gently. "Here sweetheart, eat, it'll make you feel better." She said gently, before heading back to clean up while her daughter ate.
Steil sighed at his wife, watching how she approached their younger daughter, and acted as if Freyja hasn't just been hauled off into a nuthouse to most likely be abused to the heart's content of middle-aged men and force-fed unneeded medications. He hated the thought of it, and had to bite back the urge to vomit simply out of stress when the scent of Lilja's soup reached his nostrils. He set one of his hands down on Lilja's slim shoulders, stroking the skin on the side of her neck gently. "Ja... eat and then I'll tuck you into bed, all right?" He asked quietly, looking at his younger daughter while guilt and self-hate twisted in his chest.
Lilja nodded, swallowing the bile in her throat as her mother kissed her forehead, forcing herself to eat when the soup was cool enough after nodding at her father. "Ja Papa..." She said softly, while eating the soup, even though she felt more like vomiting instead of eating at the moment.
Lovise smiled at her daughter and husband gently while she took off her apron and set it back on its hook, the kitchen once again sparkling clean as she walked over to give Steil a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be in the living room doing some sewing, okay darling?" She told him before gliding off to do just that, like the perfect housewife she was, smiling to herself all the while. Her family was just that, perfect, and normal, and nothing could change that anymore now that the mess was taken care of. Nothing.
Steil nodded at his wife, biting into his cheeks savagely while she flitted off into the living room to sew like the ideal housewife. "All right..." He said after Lovise, kneels next to Lilja and watching quietly as she ate before scooping her out of her chair and holding her close to his chest, carrying her into her bedroom and setting her down on the floor gently. "Please put your pyjamas on and let me know when you're done." He said solemnly, walking back out of her bedroom and closing her door almost all the way, the mechanism just barely not clicking shut.
Lilja nodded in response to her father, stripping her clothes off quickly and putting on her pyjamas, looking at the rumpled spot on her bed where Freyja had been less than two hours ago. She stifled a sob at that thought and bit down on her lip harshly while her hate for her mother grew and she clenched her fists tightly. "I'm done.." She called out softly while staring at the spot on her bed where Freyja had been earlier.
Lovise sat on the chair in the sitting room, bent over her embroidery, a plastic smile on her face. She knew that there would be a very question at the most at the party tomorrow night, mainly from her friends husbands, but they could be dismissed easily enough. She would have to start finding someone eligible enough for Lilja to marry in a few years though, before the chit went off and did something stupid, like run away. That wouldn't do at all, that was for sure. It would shame their family even more than if it got out that her former eldest daughter had gone mad. Yes, she would have to make sure she checked all of her connections to find someone perfect for Lilja, to make up for any repercussions she might get from getting rid of Freyja.
Steil stepped back into his younger daughter's room, letting his eyes run over the spot where his blond little girl had been only a little while ago. "All right..." He said softly, pulling back her blankets and motioning for her to climb in between them. "Go on... into bed..." He said sadly, looking down at his feet and moving aside so she could follow his request.
Lilja swallowed, stifling another sob as she nodded and did as he said, climbing in under the covers, burying her face in her pillow as images of her sister flashed through her head. She didn't want to think about what had happened earlier, but it seemed to be the only thing she could think about right now, and it was tearing her apart on the inside.
Lovise sat up straight, smiling at the embroidered pillowcase she had just finished, shaking it out to look at the beautiful piece of work, before draping it over the arm of her chair and reaching forwards into her embroidery basket in search of her next project as she lost herself in her thoughts as to what to do now concerning her youngest, and now also eldest and only, daughter, Lilja.
Steil leaned forward after pushing the blankets back over Lilja, pressing a kiss to her forehead while he stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. "Lilja... I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything..." He whispered before straightening back up and shutting the lights off in her room. He stepped out, after draping a blanket over the door and wedging it in the doorjamb so that his younger daughter could cry in peace, effectively soundproofing the doorway by means of the blanket.
Lilja stayed quiet until she was sure her father was out of the room, giving a watery smile to the ceiling when she realized that he had soundproofed her room for her, so her mother wouldn't be able to hear her. She shoved her face into her pillow as she cried herself to sleep for the first night of many more to come, just to be extra sure that Lovise wouldn't hear her sobbing.
A/N: READERS AHOY! *Birdie here*
Queenie: Queenie here, the co-auther of this lovely little insane piece. I came up with the title too! ouo Anyways, pretty please review my minions? I'll give you cookies if you do ^^ Not cookies baked by Lovise though eue;;
Birdie:Your minions? Heya guys, Birdie here, OTHER co-author of this vunderbar fic; I'm not entirely sure what I came up with here, maybe the concept, I dunno... Queenie, you're the smart one, tell 'em.
Queenie: Yeah, I think you came up with the idea... And yes, they are my minions eue *cackles and rubs her hands together*
Birdie: Seems legit eueb aside from them being YOUR minions. We share. *le angry face*
Queenie: Nah, they're my minions, right? ouo *insert adorable puppy dog pout of ultimate adorableness*
Birdie: MINE TOO GODDARNIT. *IMMUNE TO PUPPIES AND ADORABLE THINGS*
Queenie: ene Well you're no fun... *sulks in her corner*
Birdie: Bleh, I'm the one that's no fun? You have a whole corner dedicated to being a sulky place. I just chill out in my room or on the couch XD
Queenie: Pfft, anyways, review please minions and we'll try our best to get the next chappie up ASAP ^^
Birdie:YUS, MANY REVIEWS WOULD BE APPRECIATED. Our muses will only cooperate for so long, and I'm sure a little bit of commenting and things of the like to make them cooperate eueb
Queenie: Flames will be used to cook my fluffed marshmallow flavoured vodka! ^J^
Birdie: Queenie you don't cook vodka ^_^ it comes that way.
Queenie: *pets* It'll be okay, anyways, review please OUR (JOINT-CUSTODY fineee... . *is a happy Birdie eue*) minions! They make our muses want to get up the next chapter even faster ^^