Immortal AU version 1

                                    

                                          
TW: homophobia, death, swearing, blood, sexual assault, cult, betrayal, abuse, sexual acts (kinda), and Grimmel. 
                          
Yeah... Strap up guys, this is going to be a long ride. 
                          
This was something my dear friend ValeriaKitsune wanted. She said she wanted a one-shot where Freya and Heather are Frida's soul mates. Frida is immortal and she is first with Freya, then after living hundreds of years after her death she tries to find her again, but now she is Heather. (Do you guys understand, right?)
                          
I will be writing two versions of this because ValeriaKitsune said I should have mercy. I'll have mercy in the next version. 

                          
July 14th, 1403
                          

Frida walked through the small town. 
                          
Her father had sent her on another stupid mission. Kill a target and spread fear, nothing unusual. 
                          
She looked up at the big house. She had to kill the town head's daughter, maybe swing into her parents. Nothing she hadn't done before. In, kill, out. 
                          
Frida jumped and began climbing the stone wall. A tedious process that left her hands slightly sore, but only for a few seconds before it faded away. 
                          
She finally reached the window, carefully opened it, and peaked in. What she saw, took her breath away... Again. 
                          
The girl... Woman, that was laying in the sheets was gorgeous. Her fair, raven hair lay sprawled over her pillow, she was wearing a white, silk nightgown, her lips were pink and plump, and her skin was pale. Concerningly pale almost. 
                          
Frida stayed in the window and observed the sleeping human. How could a mortal be as gorgeous as her people? How did a mortal make her question her mission? This had never happened before. It scared her. 
                          
Frida entered the room and walked over to the human, teeth already uncovering from their hiding and her eyes turning a blood red as she was getting ready to kill off the human. But as she reached her bed, she stopped. 
                          
The small human scrunched up her face as if she was having a nightmare. 
                          
Frida knew the horrors of nightmares, though she got them while she was awake. It was never fun. 
                          
The mortal clutched the pillow tightly as tears began to stream down her face and her breathing became labored. She let out tiny whimpers as the dream continued. Was it Frida that caused the nightmares? She didn't want to be the cause of this human's suffering. 
                          
What was causing all of this?! She never backed down from a mission! She was going to complete this, she was going to kill the pathetic human. 
                          
Frida pulled some of the woman's hair to the side to expose her neck. Her neck was free of any marks, and when Frida ran her fingers along the skin, it felt smooth as silk. 
                          
The human stirred and smiled at the contact. 
                          
Frida smiled as well. She had caused the human happiness. Frida felt something deep in her core, something she hadn't felt... Ever. How was this simple human causing all of this? 
                          
The mortal stirred slightly in her sleep and scratched her nose before opening her eyes. They widened at the sight of Frida looming over her. 
                          
"Who are you?!" She shouted and scurried away until her back was pressed against the headboard. "I-I-I will call the guards. They will most likely kill you," she stammered.