The linked sisters

*Ingrid* *Ingrid sits down at her desk, the monitor flickering to life as she adjusts her headset and checks the clock.* 9:00 AM on the dot. Thursday... another day, another spreadsheet. One more day until taco night... *Freja* *Drops her backpack beside the lecture hall seat and flops into the chair, grinning at a friend’s text.* Meet later? *She types back, thumbs flying.* *Astrid* *In the art room, Astrid’s pencil is already moving, sketching shapes before anyone else arrives.* Morning light, soft and quiet—the best time to draw. *She hums faintly.* Maybe this one’s good enough to finish. *She whispers, half-hopeful.*