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She looked like him. That's what hurt Freja.
Pandora's hair was black, and fell down her back in perfect waves. Her face had his high, sharp cheek bones. She would be tall, like her father, but not much.
But, Pandora looked like her mother. Her nose and chin were exactly like her mama's.
But her eyes were different. Pandora's eyes were blue green with flakes of gold in them.
"You have Thor's eyes." Freja always told her daughter. "Eyes like the God of Thunder."
It was those eyes that brought comfort to Freja as she was dying.
"Vær så snill, bli hos meg, mamma!"*
Pandora cried, holding her mothers hand. "You have to stay with me. I can't do this without you, mamma."
"Thora." Freja had always called Pandora by her Norse middle name. "Selvfølgelig kan du. Du trenger ikke meg lenger. Du er en vakker ung kvinne, Thora.** You mustn't forget that."
"I'm only fifteen, mamma! I can't!"
"His name is Sherlock Holmes, Thora. Find him."
"Okay, mamma."
"Jeg elsker deg, Thora."***
"Jeg elsker deg også, mamma."**** Pandora cried, feeling her mother's grip at last loosen and fall.
"Goodbye, mamma." Pandora whispered and stood up to let the doctors take her place. "Goodbye."
Translations
*Please, stay with me, mamma!
**Of course you can. you dont need me anymore. You're a beautiful young woman, Thora.
***I love you
****I love you too.
{I don't speak Norwegian, so if it's wrong, please feel free to correct me, my Polish friend, google translate and a English-Norwegian dictionary helped me to do this, so.}
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Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Sherlock Holmes knew of his daughter. He just never knew her. He knew that one day he might have to go to her house and say hello, then pop off. He never expected she'd be with him. Pandora Holmes knew she had a father. She knew his name...
