(Part 4 (or possibly even 5) will be the last one of this section! I wanted to finish it here but soon realised it would be too long!🥰)
TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH.
May 5th, 1989,
Agnatha Fältskog's residence:
Stretching, Anna awoke, staring at the ceiling for a few quiet moments before bothering to get up.
Life was quiet these days. The children were at school as it was a Thursday. There was nothing much for Agnetha to really do today, so she decided to put a pot of coffee on and listen to the radio while she waited. The post came through her door and she crouched down pick it up. Anna almost dropped a letter when she noticed familiar writing, and tore it open.
Dear Ags,
I am sorry to inform you that Benny passed away 2 days ago, after being hit by a drunk driver. It's been an incredibly hard time for the family, and I'm sure Björn would appreciate some support right now too.
If you feel up to it, the funeral will be held in London at 10 AM on Thursday, May 12th. However, I understand if you cannot make it due to flying issues, etc.
Benny always spoke of you fondly and thought of you as another little sister. I am so sorry that I have had to write to you with such unfortunate news, but Benny would've wanted you to be at the funeral. I would've written straight away but I had to go to a few doctors appointments and support the children. Luddie is 7 and has already lost his father, the child is too young. The older kids are trying their best to comfort him, but they're struggling to cope as well. With everything going on this couldn't have happened at a worse time.
You could always book a hotel, but I'm sure Björn wouldn't mind if you see the stayed at his holiday home.
It would mean the world to me if I could see you again.
All my love,
Frida ♥️
Benny was dead. Benny. As in Benny Andersson. One of her best friends. The husband of the love of her life. Father to 3 (well basically 5) children. And Ludvig was only 7.
That was the thing that broke her. How was Frida meant to cope all alone with a child? Ags did it just fine, but she had her family and friends here. She had her Frida. But Frida only had friends in London, no family at all, bar her son. She would have to go to the funeral - She needed to see her.
Anna hadn't seen Frida properly in a few years now. Most of the time she had Ludvig with her, who was a kind little boy, but she just wished she had time with his mother. Alone.
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October 3rd, 1983:
Everything hurt, so, so badly. Linda and Christian had already visited; Björn had to force them to leave, because they bluntly refused.
"Just close your eyes Aggie, you need to rest." That was what Björn had ordered her to do, but somehow she couldn't do it; it was almost like she was waiting for someone. Her eyes were so tired though. Anna could almost fall asleep...
A few hours later the hospital door burst open, bringing a frantic woman and her baby. Agnetha shifted in her sleep and slowly began to wake up.
"Agsy." Anna heard the woman bawling. There was only one person who called her that.
"Frid?" She whispered quietly.
"Agsyyy-" The woman sounded like a wounded animal.
"No cry, mamma." The little boy kissed her cheek.
"Do you want me to call pappa, Luddie?"
"No mamma, stay you!" The 1 year old pouted.
"Okay baby, but if you get scared I'll take you to pappa, okay?" She kissed his little head.
