Author's Note: Hello! Did not have the chance to sit down and write so apologies if this isn't any good but I felt that the story needed to go somewhere, so baby steps.
Songs for this chapter are:
We Didn't Start The Fire - Billy Joel
We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
Voices Carry - Til Tuesday
Asgard
Heimdall could hear her footsteps approaching him rapidly, turning around to face Frigga.
"Heimdall," she nodded to him as he stepped away from his gaze of the Bifrost to her.
"Your Majesty," he bowed, eyes glowing.
"What have you seen?" She stepped beside him, both their gazes returning to the colors, almost kaleidoscopic radiating into the dark sky.
"What has the Book of Fates shown you so far, your Majesty?", he replied.
Frigga held her breath for a moment, looking behind her shoulder before letting it out, her voice a whisper, yet an echo against the walls.
"Geneviève-Anya and Christiane," she paused, turning to him with unsureness to her eyes. Heimdall could see her in shock through her eyes, yet she masked it through her body language, standing relaxed. "They're alive, aren't they?"
Heimdall nodded, a small smile appearing.
Frigga's eyes closed, a ghost of a smile appearing, a silent whisper, "Takk Vili (Thank you Vili)".
"Anya is alive, yet I don't know where in this realm. Vili granted her life again after passing through a slit in space that the Tesseract created."
Heimdall offered his arm for Frigga to take, sharing his vision with Frigga of Anya.
"I told her to defend the Tesseract," Frigga opened her eyes, turning from blue to golden, looking out to the Bifrost as they saw Anya training.
"The Fates once told me she would die in the Midgard year of 1944. Yet it is December 1988 and she has not aged."
"Time moves differently there compared to Midgardian time. But whatever Vili gave her, allowed her to gain full Asgardian physiology. She's.." He hesitated, smiling slightly, "developed the same gift of teleportation as her grandfather and energy manipulation almost like Thor."
Frigga looked to him wide-eyed, "How is that possible?"
"I do not know, and I do not think she knows. Her abilities in teleportation in dreams has led her to find her sister in Midgard, their gift just like their mother's, but Anya does not know yet whether it is real or just a dream. As for the energy manipulation, it is only slightly but with enough focus she is able to swiftly blast enough energy."
"And Christiane in Midgard?" Frigga nodded to herself slowly, trying to imagine the sisters.
"She is on her own, trying to understand the new time she has awoken in. Her gift is just like her sister's in accessing dreams, however after her interaction with the Tesseract, it has given her some sort of kinetic energy manipulation as well. She absorbs any impact inflicted on her and then projects it out somehow."
"This was never predicted," Frigga sighed as she held her hands together, her eyes watching the vision of Anya swing a sword effortlessly to cut the head off a dummy opponent. She blinked, returning her vision to normal as she turned to Heimdall, holding the bridge of her nose trying to think, "The Tesseract runs in them now giving them abilities, Vili has granted them full physiology that an Asgardian would have and they are trying to communicate with each other through their dreams without knowing if it is real or not."
"Yes, your Majesty." Heimdall nodded, watching Frigga shake her head quickly.
"If Odin finds out you've been watching them…"
"I'm aware of the consequences," he replied.
"No one can know about this, those who'd want to know how to wield powers from an Infinity Stone. It is for their safety. I will consult the Book of Fates. Thank you, Heimdall" Frigga looked to the Gatekeeper, a quick smile before turning back, leaving Heimdall guarding the Bifrost.
Berlin, December 26 1988
Her hand gripped tightly onto a microfilm role, specifically ordered by Coulson to retrieve with a list of compromised agents on it. Christiane turned on her toes, throwing a blow by her elbow to a man's face as he staggered back, grasping his nose. She punched another man to her side, blue sparks flying from the impact as he flew across the room, before turning to kick the other man down.
"Sagen Sie Ihren Leuten, dass sie uns fern bleiben sollen! (You tell your people to stay the hell away from us!)" she shouted, looming over the two young men on the floor as they backed away, starting to run leaving her alone in the warehouse. Christiane touched the stray cut on her lips, blood slightly smudging her fingertips on her fingerless gloves.
She slipped the microfilm into the pocket of her jacket, walking out the empty warehouse, her whistles echoing against the cold Berlin night to Vera Lynn's 'We'll Meet Again'.
Her fingers went to her other pocket, throwing a match to the wet fuel she had leaked around the warehouse prior to the fight, destroying all evidence of whatever secrets were hidden inside. She kept walking down the dirt path, reaching an underpass near the warehouse. She could smell the fuel burning already, a couple of punks suddenly turning their attention to the warehouse engulfing in flames as she leaned on a concrete column of the bridge's underpass.
Christiane chuckled to herself as a song came on the radio, changing from a screaming punk song to Billy Joel. Rudi had a record of the song as she smiled to herself, letting her mind lose to the hysterics of the evening, closing her eyes.
Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Suddenly, a motorbike screeched in front of her, startling her out of her daze.
A man flipped up his vizor, frantically waving to her, "Lelia! Get on!"
"Rudi?" she squinted.
"Get on now! The police are coming!" Rudi revved the motorbike as Christiane ran, taking the helmet attached to the side, holding onto Rudi tightly as they drove off quickly into the night.
"You got the list?" Rudi threw his keys into the blue china bowl on the table, walking to the kitchen as he turned on the tap, taking a glass chugging down water.
Christiane leaned against the kitchen's door frame, pulling the microfilm out from her pocket, waving it in the air, "It's what the Americans want, isn't it?"
"Next time when I said destroy all evidence, I don't mean set the whole building on fire," Rudi ran his fingers through his hair shakily, passing by Christiane as he slumped on the sofa, exhaustion on his face.
"It looked ugly," she shrugged, sitting beside him as she stared straight forwards.
"It caused a scene."
Christiane shrugged again, turning to look to him, "It caused a distraction."
Rudi smiled into a sigh, shaking his head, "You'll get this to our American friend tomorrow?"
"You're not doing it?"
He laughed as he stood up, "The Resistance seems to like you a lot, you're efficient."
"Where are you going?" She looked after him as he held a pillow in his arms from the sofa.
"To sleep! I've got an early rendezvous with a courier from the West." Rudi saluted her, smiling before disappearing into his room, "Goodnight!"
Christiane sat in bed, reading, the apartment dark save for the dim light from her bedside lamp.
In the silence, she heard movement from Rudi's room as he turned around in his sleep. Minutes later came whispers, repeating the same sentence over and over again.
She rubbed the exhaustion from her eyes, tip-toeing lightly to Rudi's room as she watched him toss and turn. Christiane sat on the floor beside his bed, gingerly reaching her hand out to touch his arm.
She felt the darkness seem to loom and seep around her as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to remember how Anya told her how to do it. She had gone into Rudi's dreams several times, but each time she was unsure of herself, of her own powers, the pain of having to remember her sister all over again not being there with her.
Christiane opened her eyes in a forest, hearing Rudi scream out as his voice echoed against the silence of the darkness.
"Mamma! Papa!" Rudi screamed as he kept turning around, his boots crunching against dead dry leaves, the cold biting into his skin and bones. "Mamma! Papa!"
Christiane lifted the gas lamp in her hands to her face, illuminating the way in front of her as it showed her Rudi, looking up to the canopy.
"Rudi, it's okay," she whispered, reaching out to him.
He turned his glance to her, panic and tears in his eyes.
"You'll be okay, take my hand Rudi." She opened her palm to him as he took her hands in his, Christiane desperately trying to find an opening through his mind.
She imagined, turning the scenery around them filled with warmth, a field full of bright yellow and white flowers in the mountains - the place she used to play with Anya when they were younger.
"You'll be okay," she smiled to him as he looked up to the sky, closing his eyes as he felt the sun on his skin.
She let go, backing away out through his dreams as she opened her eyes to where she was, watching Rudi now sleeping peacefully in front of her. She brought herself up quietly, padding back to her room before pulling the blanket over her.
The next day
"You're late." Christiane looked up to Coulson as he came to sit beside her on a park bench.
Coulson shrugged, passing a chocolate croissant to Christiane in a paper bag, "I had to make sure I wasn't followed."
"And you still found time to get a pain au chocolat?" bewilderment crossing her face.
"Thought you might have been hungry," he smiled to her, taking a bite out of his own pain au chocolat. "You get the list?"
She took it out of her coat's inner pocket, passing it to Coulson as he hid it into his pocket.
A smile of amusement touched his lips, "Heard you lit up the East Berlin skyline last night."
"News goes around fast," she rolled her eyes, slumping against the bench.
"Only when we could see it from the West," he chuckled lightly, taking out an envelope out from his coat, "Here."
"What is this?" Christiane took it, opening the envelope to see West German Marks.
Coulson eyed the envelope, a single nod, "Payment. Treat yourself to something in the West."
Christiane put it into her backpack, before staring straight in front of her, her voice still, "Or you could help my brother and I get out from the East?" She turned to look at him looking at her, his eyes focused on hers.
"Huh, funny. Your eyes have a sliver of gold." He smiled, "Tell you what, I'll see what I can do. I'll have an answer the next time we meet."
"Really?" She stared him straight in the eyes, as he looked to her in full honesty, and pure trust.
"I promise."
Later
I'm in the dark, I'd like to read his mind
But I'm frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he's thinking of
To tear him away-a-ay
When I tell him that I'm falling in love
Why does he say-a-ay
She sat watching the skyline, the cold wind blowing around her. She felt numb, oblivious to the cold.
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Uh-ah
Her eyes closed, searching the void of darkness for Anya, or whatever it was she saw all those nights ago. It felt like she was running endlessly, suddenly an image of Anya passing by as she stopped, walking into Anya's view almost like walking through a doorway.
Anya stood in front of a mirror, braiding her hair tightly at her side. Christiane saw a sword at her belt, black trousers, white top and a green scarf around her. She came to stand beside her, looking at her sister's reflection into the mirror, Anya's eyes closing.
"Anya, where are you?" Christiane whispered, watching Anya's eyes squint closed as she tried to focus.
"Christiane?" Anya's eyes squinted hard, "Christiane? Where are you?"
"Anya, I'm here!" Christiane shouted, trying to reach out to Anya, her hands going through her as if she was a ghost.
"Christiane!" Anya shouted, trying to find her.
"Anya! I'm here! Please!" Christiane felt herself slipping away, tears spilling as she tried to grab onto her sister.
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, shut up now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, darling, she might overhear
Hush, hush - voices carry
"Lelia!" Rudi ran to her, shaking her. "Lelia!"
Her eyes flew open, coughing as she tried to gasp for her, Rudi pulling her into his arms as she continued crying, trying to hold on to whatever she had left of her sister.
"Shh, shh, you're okay. What's the matter?" Rudi held her closely, trying to reassure her.
"I'm fine," she sobbed, messily wiping tears from her cheeks.
"No you're not," Rudi pulled away, holding her by her shoulders as he looked to her.
She shook her head slowly, trying to find words and feelings to the numbness, "How am I supposed to live when I've lost everything?"
Rudi held her closely again, the two of them watching the skyline as the first snow started to fall.
"You just have to," he whispered.