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As soon as Hel slapped her hand away, Freya whirled around and turned on her sister, her brow furrowed with a real sense of betrayal on her face.

"What is wrongs with yeh, crumpet?" Freya hissed out quietly. "First, yeh butts in on me and Shun havings fun - what's up with that, anyway? Yehr not.. yeh knows.. I mean, why are yeh actings like he needs teh be protected? Have yeh seen Shun?" Freya flung her hands out dramatically. "And why do yeh keeps calling Kettil my boil toy? Do yeh has any idea how delicate things are with us right now? If yeh ruins this for me, Hel.." Her entire body shook with the sheer rage she suddenly felt at the idea of her sister destroying the delicate balance she was working on with her very new, very sweet boilfriend. "He doesn't deserves that. I don't deserves that. And for teh records, I don't likes how yeh seems teh hits me so much." Freya folded her arms in front of her. The sisters had grown up in a household where fighting was as common, and accepted, as breathing. But Freya was changing, and her sister was too. The problem was, they were going in opposite directions.

"I don't knows how teh tells yeh this without confusing yeh. But. I don't.. I don't wants teh talks with our fists anymore." She rubbed her wrists idly. The bruises there were almost gone, now yellowed, and barely hurt. "I've had enough of being violent with the peoples I love. Is.. is not right."

Freya's attempt to deal with her sister in a non-violent way lasted all of thirty seconds. The moment she'd called Kettil a dog, everything else Hel said was drowned out by the loud thump of her own heartbeat in her ears. She could hardly see through the sheen of red that filtered her view. Hel had crossed the line, and Freya wasn't thinking clearly anymore - all she felt was rage, and absolute hatred.

Her hand flicked upward without warning and slapped Hel right across the face, swinging as hard as she could. "Don't yeh ever talks about Kettil like that again. Yeh has no right teh talks about good people like that. Looks at yeh. Looks at what yeh've become. How dare yeh even speaks his name."

The gloves were off. The peaceful exchange she'd hoped for was thrown out the window. And Freya didn't know if she would ever forgive her sister for saying something so despicable, ever again.

"I don't knows whats happened to yeh, Hel." Freya's cold voice muttered sharply. "I thought I was the messed up one. But compared to yeh?" She snorted. "I'm actually starting teh thinks yehr the ones that needs help."

When did she get so serious? Freya pouted at the question, considering it with heavy thought for the moment. Had she really come out of all of this struggle with a new attitude? She felt proud of herself - didn't that mean this was a good change? Her sister certainly didn't seem to think so. No matter how strong Freya felt right now, those eyes that bore into her made her feel small, and conflicted. No matter what she did, Hel just kept looking at her like she was failing her. Like she was failing everyone.

Hel tried to bring her down by reminding her just how low she'd been. But it wasn't working. Reminding Freya that she'd been crumpled, and broken, just served to remind her that she wasn't anymore. Hel's attempts to put her in her place were backfiring. Not that she seemed to care.

Seeing her sister lunge at her was the only thing Freya could have counted on at that moment. She screamed when the valkyrie came at her, and her own hands were ready to bear down on her sister, fighting back with every intention to knock her sister unconscious. Her fists did not hold back, heading straight for her sister's face.

She just hoped it would be over quickly.

Freya couldn't look at her sister's face when she brought her hand up to feel the blood dripping down from her lips. She couldn't bear the idea that she'd just done that - but she truly believed Hel had the will, and power, to do the same. In fact, she expected it. She expected Hel to take that blood and smear it across Freya's own face with her fists until it was her own blood. That was the sister she knew. The sister she expected.

Not the one that was still talking s**t about Kettil and trying to walk away.

"YEH HYPOCRITICAL b***h!" Freya snapped her hand out and pulled Hel back by the arm, refusing to let her walk away. "Yehr mad at me for HITTINGS YEH? Yehr mad at me for ACTUALLY FIGHTINGS BACK? When YEHR the one that comes at me, that forces me teh fights yeh, when all I wanted was teh talks? Teh try and force some reason into yeh? Teh stops this vicious cycle of anger yeh keeps circling around us for some reason? WHAT THE ******** IS WRONG WITH YEH, HEL?" Her hand tightened hard, around the ghoul's arm. It reminded her of the way Herryk held her wrists, and she couldn't let go.

"Yeh can't tells me that yehr a fighter, and then walks away at the first sign of blood. Who the HELL are yeh, doings somethings like that?" Freya's voice had reached a timbre so loud, it made her shake just to talk. "Yeh starts somethings, Hel? Yeh FINISH it. THAT is how we were raised. If yeh don't wants teh tries teh talks things out with me, and maybe, MAYBE fix our relationships without fightings, then the LEAST yeh can does is FINISH WHAT YEH STARTED."

This was when she finally let go, with a shove to her sister's arm. "SO COME ON THEN, BRYNHILDR. Yehr so desperate teh thinks I don't cares about yeh. It's like yeh WANTS teh cuts me out of yehr life."

And the truth of what she'd just said hurt her so bad, it made her breath leave her. She felt the force of her sister's first punch, right in her stomach, and she couldn't bring herself to breath air back into her lungs. It just hurt too bad to think that that was Hel's agenda.

She wanted to ask. She wanted to ask her sister if that's what she really wanted. She wanted to say something. But she couldn't even breathe..

No better than Mot.

Freya stopped to think about Mot for a second, and realized, from her perspective, that wasn't an insult. Mot was just as good hearted as Kettil - if anything, Freya never understood what possessed Hel to let him go. But she knew that was a can of worms she was not about to open up at the moment.. so she just wondered to herself if Hel would have turned out differently, had she stayed with Mot.

What good influences had her sister had left in this world? She couldn't think of a single one. Not even herself.

"I thought I was happy, too, yeh knows." Freya's voice was quiet, hesitant, careful. She didn't want to lose Hel, right now. "I was happy, when I starved. At least I thought I was. I thought I was right, Hel." Why couldn't she do this right? Why couldn't she be there for her sister the way Hel had been there for her? Why couldn't she just KNOW the right words to say?

"Don't walks away from me." She pleaded. "The only problem I sees yeh has, is that all yeh does around me is be angry. And I wants teh fix that, Hel. Why can't yeh sees that I'm really tryings, here?"

She reached out one hand, palm upward. "I owes yeh everything. Please, please let me try teh pays some of it back."

Freya actually didn't know who Hel was talking about, anymore. "Are yeh still talkings about Shun, or is this about Mac? Because if yehr really askings me teh leave Mac alone, then maybe yeh should asks him too. I would be fine ignoring him for teh rest of my life, if he didn't keep barging in my room. But SHUN is my FRIEND and I will NOT leaves him alone just because YEH THINKS YEH CAN CONTROLS EVERYONE!" The idea that that was all Hel wanted was laughable. "I don't knows how this is really about them, anyway. Just what do yeh thinks I wants from them, that is so conflicting?"

None of what Hel said made any sense to her. This anger felt like it stemmed far deeper than some silly argument about boils. But when she spoke again, Freya's shoulders sagged, and she stepped forward. "Let me show it right, then. Come backs teh my rooms. Let me helps yeh with that fat lip." It wasn't like this was the first time one of them had given the other a fat lip. If Hel wasn't going to finish their fight, then Freya wanted to finish it the way she'd started - without violence.

"Fine." If Hel didn't want to believe that Mac had kicked her door in and burst into her room, she was going to give up on that. For now. As much as she hated Mac, and as much as she wanted to make him bleed, Freya was trying - really hard - to make this work with Hel. "I'll leaves Mac alone. As far as I am concerned, he does not exist." But she wasn't done with her sister yet. In fact, even as she remembered how her sister had dealt with her, she was ready to lay the law down right back at her. "Yehr right. This is not ups for argument." Freya smirked, and crossed her arms, but she didn't turn around, and she didn't head back to the party. Kettil would understand - this was important.

If Hel started walking away, Freya wouldn't say a word - she would just follow her. She would follow her all the way to Hel's dorm, and she would be there for her sister, whether she wanted her there or not.