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Astrid was finishing tying the dark haired woman's wrists together after having tied the blonde's wrists; The teenager had removed her mask, so she wasn't wearing her mask or hood. "You look very familiar. Who are you?" Astrid started, making the first conversation towards the two strangers.

The raven haired woman gazed into the teenager's blue eyes and searched for something. She knew who the girl was as soon as she gazed into her eyes. "Astrid?" The woman started, her eyes watery. The teenager in front of the two strangers gasped a little and watched her carefully and quietly asked in suspicion, "How do you know my name?"

"Because I know my daughter." The woman simply answered confidently as the blonde's eyes widened and watched the two of them. "I'm Snow White and this my other daughter, your twin sister, Emma."

Astrid looked from Snow to Emma and back at the raven haired woman. "I'm sorry. I can't believe that... I've had people claim to be my birth parents. I just- You could be lying." Astrid started, clearing her throat and turned on her heels, and then hopped onto her horse. She knotted the loose ends of the ropes around the saddle even more securely.

They began to ride towards the camp and had to move slowly as to not injure the two strangers too badly. Astrid snuck a glance behind her and at the two women and faced the trail again. She wanted to believe that they could be her birth family but just too afraid to hope.

Snow looked down at the ground while she continued to walk; Emma nudged her a little on her arm as the woman looked at the blonde with a small, sad smile. "Is it really her?" Emma quietly asked. Snow didn't hesitate at all and nodded in confirmation. "But she's just a teenager... Isn't she supposed to be twenty-eight like me?"

"Maybe it was the curse or wherever she was taken to that ceased her aging, but I am one hundred percent positive that she is my other daughter, your sister." Snow answered.

"I believe you." Emma softly assured.

Astrid wanted to ask the woman more questions about why she would tell her that and see if she was telling the truth or not. Mulan glanced over at the girl who seemed to be deep in thought and quietly spoke up towards her, "You okay, Kid?"

Astrid nodded in response, sneaking a glance behind her at the two women but Snow had noticed and carefully watched the girl. The teenager moved her eyes back on the trail in front of them and moved her hood over her head.

The newly born girl, Astrid, was placed on a doorstep of a simple shepherd's cottage in a realm by the witch who had kidnapped her from Snow White and Prince Charming. The witch knocked on the door and vanished into a cloud of purple smoke.

An athletic-built, average height, light brown haired, green eyed woman in her thirties, Freya, opened her front door and looked outside and then down at the baby wrapped in a white knit blanket with a name in red lace letters, Astrid. The woman quickly scooped the baby girl up into her arms, one hand on the back of her head supportingly.

Freya immediately fell in love with the small baby girl as Astrid opened her blue eyes and gazed upon her face and gave a small smile innocently. The woman closed the door and instantly claimed the baby as her own daughter.

Astrid began to cry, yearning for her mother and father and twin still. Freya rocked her back and forth and began to calm her down by softly singing a lullaby to her,

"Hush, lille barn, vær ikke bange.

Alt skal nok gå.

Du skal ikke bekymre dig nu, barn.

Du behøver ikke længere være bange."

Astrid stopped crying abruptly and fell asleep peacefully in the woman's arms as Freya continued to slowly rock her gently. "Everything is okay now, my child." Freya assured quietly and hummed the tune of the lullaby to her new daughter soothingly.

No one had spoke up the rest of the way to the village until they emerged at the entrance of the camp and came in sight of it and its people. "What is this place?" Snow inquired curiously.

"Our home." Mulan simply answered. They could hear indistinct conversations from the villagers who stopped what they were doing and looked at the two women who were from somewhere else and not from this camp and was still restrained behind the horses.

"It's like they're refugees." Emma said.

"We're survivors." Mulan snapped, turning back to face the horses.

Snow quickly kneed the princess in her stomach and exclaimed, "Emma, run!" Astrid swiftly crouched down beside Aurora, her hand on her arm, while checking to make for sure that Aurora was alright. The two strangers ran away as Mulan picked up a slinging stone and threw it, hitting Mary Margaret in the back, knocking her out.

"Mary Margaret!" Emma said and knelt beside her now unconscious friend. Emma looked up at Mulan and demanded, "What did you do!?"

"Take them to the Pit." The said woman stated towards a few men. The men finally grabbed Emma by her arms while also picking up Snow and carried the two away, shoving them into a cave-like room with bars.

Astrid helped Aurora back onto her feet, placing a hand on her shoulder as she looked at her in concern. "You alright, Princess?" The teenager questioned her. Aurora slowly nodded holding her stomach lightly and answered, "Yes, I will be."

Astrid moved over to the Pit to relieve the guards and then sat on the wooden stool beside the cell, now watching guard and listening to the prisoners. She removed her double-edged battle axe from the strap around her back and laid the weapon in her lap, starting to sharpen it. When Astrid's sad, emotional, angry, or stressed, she sharpens her axe. It's become sort of like a habit.

Right now, she was upset. The teenager was upset at these two strangers who could be lying- or they could be telling the truth, then she would only be upset at herself in a way. Either way, she's upset.

Emma was on her knees beside an unconscious Mary Margaret on the floor as she shook her in attempt to wake her mother from unconsciousness. "Wake up, come on. Can you hear me?"

"Do you need help?" A female voice inquired on the other side of the cave. Emma straightened up and turned to where the voice came from and asked the stranger, "Who are you?" The woman walked out of the shadows to reveal a dark brown haired, brown eyed woman and simply answered the blonde, "A friend. My name's Cora."

Astrid stiffened when she had heard the woman tell her her name. Astrid knew that woman all to well and wasn't too fond of her at all. To say the least, Astrid most definitely does not trust Cora.

Three years have passed since Astrid arrived on Freya's doorstep as a baby. Freya stepped into the cottage, her double-edged battle axe in her right hand, and noticed her three year old daughter tossing and turning in her sleep, deep in a nightmare.

Astrid's blonde hair was braided with her bangs covering most of her face and a fur, dark gray, baby blanket was around her. The girl immediately shot up into a sitting position, tears streaming down her face, as she exclaimed, "Mommy!"

Freya immediately moved over to the child and pulled her into her lap, shushing her and reassuring her comfortingly. "It was just a bad dream, Baby." She moved one hand on top of her daughter's temple and looked down at her as Astrid's small arms were lightly wrapped around her waist and had her face buried halfway on her stomach.

"I'm- I'm scared... I don't ever want to go back to sleep." Astrid cried out, sniffling. Freya smiled some and replied, "Fear is but a demon. In order to slay that demon, you must close your eyes and say that you're not afraid. Say it, Astrid."

"I'm- I'm not afraid." Astrid repeated while opening her eyes back up. She snuggled more in her mother's arms and fell back to sleep again. Freya softly laughed and kissed the top of her head reassuringly before thinking about her daughter, "Never give up, my little Astrid, always have hope."

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