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Toki, MuderfaceNathan and Pickles all watched her as she crawled up into the bedroom space. It was sort of cramped, but she didn't stay on the mattress. Instead kneeled on the floor beside it and, shaking Skwisgaar awake, tried convincing him to eat something.

The Swede sat up, leaning his bare back against the wall, and began slowly eating macaroni and cheese.

Her work finished, she came down and began cleaning off the stove, putting the leeftovers into a refridgerator. Looking over her shoulder, Toki saw condiments, other leftovers, milk, juice and what looked suspiciously like liquor.

"Don'ts you wants to know our parents?" he said.

The others just watched and listened. This was between Toki and Freya, not Dethklok.

She whirled around to look at him, her hair flying out and Toki noticed it was slightly wavy. There was sadness in her eyes.

"I've met them, okay? They didn't say a damn word the whole time. I gave up and decided I'd just stay an orphan," she said bitterly.

No one dared say anything now. Toki wondered why she didn;t pull a stunt like he used to; it usually made them say something, even if it was insulting.

"How did you finds them?" he asked.

She looked at him sarcastically, raising an eyebrow, and when she spoke it was dripping with sarcasm.

"How ...common d'you think a name like Wartooth is, anyway? It wasn't hard, that and they left their calling card. Lillehammer," she replied.

Toki felt stung. His parents had had a daughter, his sister, abandoned her for so stupid as red hair and here she was. Angry, bitter, sarcastic. Did she have a lighter side like he did? Would she even accept him as family? She had to.

"Did you knows your brother?" he asked more quietly.

She slumped visibly and, walking past him, opened a drawer on the way up the stairs. It was filled with cd cases and she pulled out every album they had ever made, which was about 3.

"Of course I guessed. Your eyes are just like mine, and your name..." she trailed off.

She replaced the cd's and simply sat on the top step, her arms folded. She didn't say anything.

"Well... this is fun. We should get back to the Hatredcopter now and see if the pilot got it fixed yet," said Murderface, sipping the special drink Freya had made him. Iced tea with lemon juice and a touch of honey for his throat.

"Ouch," muttered Pickles. He was poking at his broken arm, bored.

Freya glanced at him, then his arm.

"Sorry, I didn't notice before. I was just surprised, one of my favorite metal bands coming through the snow... does it hurt a lot?" she asked, coming down and sitting on he couch beside the drummer.

"One of your favorite metal bands? We're like the best metal band," said Nathan. Freya shot him a look and he shut up.

"Doesn't hurt too much, but I could go for a beer," said Pickles, glancing down at his bleeding arm and then up at her face. Toki noticed that look. He liked her.

"I don't really know a lot about broken bones. Your best bet is a hospital," she admitted, gently studying the compound fracture.

"Just gimme a beer and I'll pretend you never said that. I wanna set the damn thing," Pickles complained.

She got to her feet and took out the bottle of liqupr she had in there. She handed it to him and while he drank, they all watched her work. She ran her fingers over his un-wounded upper arm, feeling along the bone. He had broken one of the bones in his forearm. There would be no drumming for him for at least a month.

She took his lower arm in her hands and, looking slightly grossed out and very nervous, she gave it a hard, sharp yank.

There was a small cracking sound and the bone stopped poking out through the skin.

"Oh, ag," she said, looking slightly nauseated. She got to her feet and went into the bathroom. A moment later, they heard her throw up.

"Sorry about that," she said, coming out of the bathroom, "I don't usually throw up at the sight of blood, I just don't like the sound that makes."

Pickles was staring at his arm disineterestedly. He moved his fingers a little bit.

"Great. Thanks," he said, taking another swig from the bottle.

Freya broke a piece of the straight plastic bordering the corner of a wall and broke it into an arm-splint sized piece. She had an ace bandage in hand already.

"It's not the best, but it'll do to remind you not to move it too much," she said, at Pickle's curious look.

"What're you, a nurse?" Nathan growled.

"No. Just thought I'd help," she said bitterly. She and Nathan were really kicking it off to a great start, thought Toki.

Once his arm was "splinted", the blood started to seep through, but as long as he had his booze, he was indifferent.

"So what now?" asked Toki, referring more to her situation than to Dethklok's.

She shrugged.

"I'm fine where I am," she replied.

"No, you're nots!" Toki demanded. She was fine with living in the middle of Frostskog with no friends and nothing but a dog, in blizzards and no one to talk to and nothing to do? HELL no! What kind of big brother would he be if he let her do that? They would move her trailer, too, if they had to.

Everyone stared at him.

"We can takes her with us," he said firmly.

"Toki- you've been awful bossy lately," began Murderface, his voice slowly coming back.

"You boss me around all de times! I think it's good I boss you around for a bit!" Toki said fiercely.

"Stops fighting or you'll be eatings your dinners for lunch," said Skwisgaar from up in the bedroom.

"You want us to take her with us? What about the dog? No way am I living with a fucking dog," said Nathan. Odin perked his ear up and looked at Nathan, whining.

"We takes de trailer wit us, too, den," said Toki, folding his arms.

"I'm fine where I am!"

They all stared at her. Her voice had gotten louder and deeper. Her eyes looked exactly like Toki's when he got angry. In that moment, everything except her blood-colored hair screamed Wartooth. Their resemblance was shaking.

"Why are you so worried about me? You just met me!" said Freya.

Toki was slightly hurt, but he ignored it.

"Freya... yous my sister. And yous out here all alones in de snow and no one to talks to... Don;t you wants ta travel?" he asked, knowing full well that if they were related in any sense, her answer would be yes.

She bit her lip, but that was the only sign that she was crumbling.

"I've never been out of Norway, except to visit Sweden once to attend one of your concerts. You guys put on a good show, by the way," sh said, smiling shyly.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, mussing it up, the wild waves of it falling softly down her back. Pickles whistled and Toki was glad when Murderface nudged him.

"Please comes withs us?" Toki asked her. He tried pleading with his eyes, but he didn't think he was doing a very good job.

"You can brings Odin if you wants," he added.

"I only got Odin because the shelter demanded I get a dog if I was moving out, so I did," she said quietly, rubbing her temples.

"Cause you live alone," Nathan guessed.

"Yeah. Cause I live alone and I'm a girl," she snarled, her eyes flashing. It seemed people made this stereotype often because she seemed particularly fierce about it.

"Okay, we get it, you can leave the dog somewheres else," said Nathan, putting up his hands as if warding her off.

Odin padded up to the lead singer and reared up on his hind legs, putting his front paws on Nathan's shoulder. He just stood there, as if saying watch it pal, I do have teeth.

"What's with the dog?" Nathan asked.

Freya shrugged.

"He must like you," she replied.

Dude, that dog is taller than you standing," said Pickles, taking another swig of the liquor Freya had handed him. Freya began wiping the floor dry with a towel, using her foot, which was bare. She had the same wierd toes as Toki, the second longer than the first.

"So? Will you comes with us?" asked Toki again. He really didn't want to leave his sister here alone. It wasn't because she was a girl. It was because he wanted to get to know her better, and it was hard to do that from Michigan if she was in Norway.

"Please?" he held a hand out to her and gave her a crooked smile.

She hesitated a moment.

"I can take the traiiler with me," she said.

"Sure, whatever," said Nathan.

Toki kept his hand out.

She smiled and took it. Brother and sister were reunited again.

"I'll come," she said.

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