A dreamlike feeling washed over the incapacitated young woman. A feeling of euphoria that brushed over her as cool hands brushed over her cheek and sides, down her back and along her hair. Her eyes opened to see that she was on a soft daybed, laying on the comforter as a soft woven blanket was draped over her, a fireplace was lit in front of her. Her pale hand in front of her and another hand brushed over her cheek. She followed the hand up to the face of a familiar person, Norway. His dark amethyst eyes looked down at her as a small smile was present on his face. Red-violet eyes peered back at him from between silvery lashes. Norway ran his hand over the porcelain like skin, so smooth and soft. (Y/n) sat up to look around, the room she was in was decorated with artifacts and pictures. Pictures of Norway and his brother, Iceland. But, there were also pictures of (y/n). Whether she be alone or with Norway.
Norway's chilly hand brought her back to face him, "How are you feeling, Lillesøster? I hope you feel better." "I do, Norway.," the young woman spoke softly, "Thank you." Her body felt warm and a little weak. Like she was made of putty. This feeling she had was making her melt.

"I hope you don't mind, I had to place you under a healing spell because of the extent of your wounds.," the young man spoke, "I made it from what light magic I could manage to call put and from some of your own that you left behind. It should make you feel like you are in complete bliss." (Y/n) fell back onto the soft as clouds daybed, her head fell onto the legs of her adopted brother. His hand rested on top of her head, petting the silvery-white locks underneath it. "Hush now, just rest.," the Norwegian spoke softly, "You don't need to worry about anything." His voice sounded almost like it had some sort of reverberation effect on it. It was hypnotic.
The albino Scandinavian closed her eyes, her long and thick silvery lashes looked feathery, ethereal. Her breathing was soft. Norway saw that her entire look was ethereal. It was hard to believe she was a real person, from the pale skin and shining silvery-white hair to her delicate features and big eyes. The young woman warmed up his lap by resting on it. His hand ran over her cheek and down her neck to her shoulder. Her breathing deepened as she fell back into sleep. Norway let out a sigh and carefully set her down on the daybed. He could not leave her alone for long, otherwise her sleeping torment will start. Her face was peaceful as he ran his fingers over her cheeks again to keep the horrible visions at bay. He left her and went to get something to drink and to take a small break from using his magic.

(Y/n) woke up with a start, the last thing she remembered was a gunshot. It was the subconscious memory of seeing Kell gunned down by his own son. The young woman felt sick and covered her mouth with her hand. Small tears pricked her eyes. The spell she was under faded away and her senses returned to normal. She was not in pain, she was perfect health. She got up and stood on shaky legs. She noticed that her dress had been replaced. A clean long dress was in its place, it was modest and hung to about her ankles. The Scandinavian woman walked out of the room and looked out of one of the windows, she saw a great white expanse. It was not until a second later that she realized that it was a blizzard that raged on outside the home. The home had to have magical protection to be able to survive the brutality of this storm.
Her hand ran along the smooth wood of the walls. The whole home seemed to buzz with magic. She felt safe. She was with Norway, she would be safe. She had complete trust in him. She walked more and looked at the decorations from the ancient world and the modern one. The wooden walls and floor seemed to change to stone, to marble. The storm still raged outside. Tapestries hung from the walls. Fires floated where candles should be. The air of the hallway turned from warm to eerie. This had to be an effect of Norway's power.

The albino woman continued to walk down the hall. Doors on either side of the hall were locked or under a magic seal. Meaning she had to keep walking forward. She looked back and saw the room she came from was right behind her, like she had just stepped out of it. Her red-violet eyes looked back in front of her. The hallway was long again. The young albino woman wanted to find her brother, so how would she get past this spell? Her bare feet felt magic buzzing from the floor. Magic was in the floors and walls. Perhaps she could have to cut contact with the floor. The Scandinavian female broke put into a sprint and made a leap. She landed on the floor and looked behind her. She was farther away from the door she had been in! So that was the key to the puzzle! She had to jump!
(Y/n) hopped, moving down the hall, finding it was not as long as the magic was making it appear. It had to be some sort of environmental spell meant for trapping or for protection. She took a deep breath and let it out before sniffing the air. She found her brother's scent. The young woman also smelled the distinct scent of coffee. He must have taken a break from looking after her. The Scandinavian woman felt bad for intruding in his home so much. Hopping, she followed the scent of the coffee. The hallways changed again, back to wood. She probably reached the end of the magic stretch, good, she was tired from hopping so much. The young woman walked forward and followed the scents to the kitchen.

It looked to be a log home. Multi-storied. She found the open kitchen, it was fully furnished with all of the newest equipment and some traditional equipment. The coffee press on the counter was full of coffee. By the stove, humming and cooking, was Norway. The new smell of whatever he was cooking filled the air. A delicious aroma. The young Scandinavian woman walked to the male and peeked over his shoulder. She heard a small chuckle, "Did you wake up from a nightmare? I'm sorry I did not come back sooner." "It's fine. Your hallway is weird.," the young woman spoke and hugged onto the man she knew as her older brother. "The magic I put on the hall was to confuse intruders, but it seems like you figured out a way around it.," the Norwegian chuckled, "I'll have to alter the spell." The albino Scandinavian woman embraced Norway, his body was cool, yet some warmth came through.
The Norwegian smiled and chuckled a bit as he cooked something, (y/n) could not tell what it was due to the odd shape and smell it was. It was like she was unable to recognize some objects. She could not recognize what were in the pictures on display in the kitchen. "Norway, I can't see the picture.," the young woman said and pointed to the picture. Norway's amethyst eyes looked to the picture then down to the Scandinavian woman, "Oh, lillesøster. I think someone tried to put a spell on you. I did have to fight Loki away from you."

(Y/n)'s eyes looked down after she heard that. Her brother was messing with her brain, more than likely to control her. The albino clung to the Norwegian even tighter than before. She felt his hand settle onto her head, "I won't let anything happen to you." Her body felt sort of fuzzy from that touch. "How about you go sit on the couch until I am done? You don't look like you are all there.." the Blond spoke. His voice was monotonous and soft. He meant well. The albino woman walked to the couch on shaky legs. Her legs had been fine a moment ago. She swore they were...
Her red-violet eyes turned to look outside. The snowstorm raged on. Her eyes closed. She did not realize it, but she drifted off into slumber. Norway watched from the kitchen. He turned the stove off and set the magic herbs he was cooking aside to cool as he went to see the sleeping face of his stepsister. He looked outside and snapped his fingers when he knew that the woman was fully asleep from his spell. The snowstorm subsided after he snapped his fingers. "Woke up when I was not finished with the last one.," the Norwegian sighed and picked (y/n) up. He carried her back to the room he started the process in, the sun was filtering through the glass, lighting the passage up again.

Norway set her back down on the daybed and placed the blanket over her gently. She still looked pristine. She was especially pristine after he healed her and removed all scars from her skin, causing her to look how she was supposed to. Flawless. The young man saw the signs of her awakening. No matter how long it takes, he will kept doing this little song and dance, as long as he gets to be there and care for her. He caused the snowstorm to kick up again and rage as the albino woman woke up again.
Her big innocent eyes looked at Norway after assessing where she was. He brushed his figure against her soft cheek, "How are you feeling, Lillesøster?" He had a smile on his face as he spoke, "I hope you feel better." She would not remember because of the spell he did. She was quite violent when he first brought her back to his secret home. Trying to fight him, he soon gad to turn to this. He used a lot of his magic to try and keep her inside, but she was clever. She found solutions to problems. The albino Scandinavian nodded, "I do, Big brother."

The blond made a smile, "That is wonderful, Lillesøster."