There was no pain when the Scandinavian albino awoke. She could not remember what happened to make her fall asleep. What was she doing when she fell asleep? Her memory was fuzzy. (Y/n) racked her brain, thinking of what was going on. What made her lose consciousness. Her red-violet eyes looked around for answers. A chill made her shiver. She found that she was wearing a cute little nightgown that did not do much with covering her legs or arms. Luckily though, it covered her chest. The young woman shivered from the nippy air. She looked down at her skin, the few scars she had were gone. She picked up a hand mirror from the side table and looked at herself in it. All of her scars had been erased!
She placed the ornately crafted mirror down on the nightstand and looked around the room again. It was a small but comfortable room. The wall in front of her had a bookshelf built into it, books lined the shelf. The nightstand beside her looked to be made from a sort of hardwood, oak perhaps? It was carved with intricate knot patterns on it for decoration along the edges. A simple brass lamp sat on the nightstand. The floor was a soft beige carpet. It looked like it was new and not used much. The bed she was on looked to be a twin bed. Smaller than what she was used tp, but still comfortable nonetheless. The comforter was a rich blue while the rest of the sheets were white.

Above (y/n)'s head was a skylight. The light of either morning or afternoon streamed in, lighting up the room. The young woman stood from the bed. She tested to see if she had some magic. She did, but limited. It seemed that she could only use healing spells with the seal that was placed on her. She tested the door, it was open. She still looked in the drawer of the nightstand to be sure and checked the bookcase in case there was something useful there. Nothing. The nightstand was empty and the bookcase just had books in it. Old fairytales and animal biology books along with a few cookbooks. The young woman left the room and stepped out into the larger home. It seemed to be a mix of modern and historic.
The young albino woman shivered in the cold air and looked around again. The floors were wooden with carpets lining the center where people would walk. It was a somewhat long hallway. This house had to be fairly large. She continued down the hall and found some potted plants at the top of some stairs. The stairs led down to a brightly lit room. It looked to be a den with large windows to let sunlight in. The ceiling was high and there seemed to be some modern furniture. She looked back and saw that she passed some doors.

She wanted to try the exit, just in case she needed to make an escape. (Y/n) carefully descended the stairs. She felt really chilly in the short, thin night gown. The albino young woman rubbed her head and long, soft Silvery-white locks. She sighed and tried the glass door that led outside. It was locked. She did not want to break anything, so she stopped. Her bare feet padded on the hardwood floors before softening on the carpet that lay under the soft couches. Her fingers ran along the couch, leaving shimmers of her magic on it. As soon as she saw this she looked back, the places she walked had her shimmer on it. Little footprints shimmered.
The Scandinavian female must have stored up so much magic that it is spilling out in the form of shimmering magic trails and longer hair. She might as well figure out who had her. The young woman walked through the house and found the kitchen. It was small but modern. Very cozy and well furnished. Her red-violet eyes gazed at the decor, whoever owned this home must have been part of the Nordic groups. She could rule out her clingy brothers. They would have been right by her side if they had her. One of her adopted brothers must have found her.

But, who? The young woman found a bedroom, the bed was small and there was a smaller bed beside it. A bed that looked to be a nest. Black and white feathers told her it was the nest of a puffin. This was Iceland's personal home! He must have brought her here after finding her injured after the attack on the meeting house. (Y/n) felt her neck where the bite scar used to be. Emil used his magic to heal her and erase all of her scars. The young woman wondered where he was. Was he still in the house? Or was he out? Where was her father? Where was Luxembourg?
The Silvery-white haired Scandinavian woman walked out of the bedroom and looked to a door that had been obscured by shadows. The faint glow of her magic that ran through her body illuminated it enough to be seen. Her pale hand gripped for doorknob and opened the door. It led down into a dark basement like place. The wooden walls turned to stone. (Y/n) called a small orb of light to see what was in this dark place.

Light filled the darkness, illuminating what had once been obscured. It seemed to be a darkroom. Yep there were no photos developing at the moment, that goodness. There was also a bench that was dedicated to fixing old and broken objects. A music box was on it, the metal tines and come were on the bench, the springs and gears were set out neatly and carefully. She had no idea that Emil did something like this, he never was one to talk or share much about himself. Another music box was set out, the same music box that Malthe had gotten 'from a friend' for (y/n)'s birthday. She had not seen it since she had to leave her home years ago!
Carefully, she picked the box up and wound up the key. Soft chiming came from the box as the special song played for her. The same lullaby that her father had sang to her, the lullaby that her brothers knew, the song that she had known since she was a baby. The soft notes played as the female figure on the ornate music box spun, the figure had not been fixed yet. She was probably too far gone to be saved.

(Y/n)'s eyes looked up to see another door in the darkness. A soft glow filtered from under the rustic wooden door. The Scandinavian female found where Emil was hiding. She set the music box down as it continued to sing the ancient lullaby. Her soft steps were drowned out by the song of the music box. The young woman oped the door and looked inside. The platinum haired young man was inside, his head was laid on the desk he was sat down at. A single candle was lit, lighting up the room he was in. The Scandinavian young woman walked in. Both Iceland and Mr. Puffin were both asleep in the room. His sleeping face was so peaceful looking.
The albino woman smiled softly. She looked at what his head was laying on. A photo album. It was a picture book of his memories of his family. The bulletin boards around the desk also had pictures displayed on them. All of them pertained to his family. The bulletin board before him however, had the most photos. All of them were of (y/n). Some of them were of her and one of the others, while others were her alone as she did something by herself. She was not aware that she was being documented like this. The young woman took a step back. Her eyes looked to one of the other bulletin boards, more photos of her, but as a baby. Some of them were of her and Iceland playing together.

How long was Iceland documenting her? She heard a flutter and looked to the puffin. The bird was awake. His beady eyes were staring at her before he pecked at Iceland to wake him up. The young man groaned and got up, "Bird, what is your problem?" His voice seemed a little deeper than it usually was. "The little lassie is here.," the puffin squawked before Iceland turned to look behind him.
He looked different from how he used to be. He looked tougher and battle hardened. A scar spanned over his right eye. "Iceland?," (y/n) asked, not sure if this truly was the young man she knew or an unholy combination of him and Egil. "It is still me, (y/n).," the Icelandic male replied, "I've just sustained a bit of magic damage." The albino female stepped forward after he stood and held his hand out to her. She gave him a sudden embrace that startled him for a second before he returned the embrace.

"It's okay, (y/n). You are safe now. I'll be here.," Iceland's voice spoke as he gave her a stronger squeeze. What she did not know was the dark thoughts that had consumed her biological brothers had begun to infect their doubles. She just felt safer knowing that someone she trusted was with her.

"Everything will be picture perfect now."