Author's Note: I haven't written so much about Elsa and Jude except in one unfinished story and Unholy Atonement, nevertheless, I am gleeful to write about this duo, because it deserves more appreciation and recognition in the fandom. I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot.

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Everything in Briarcliff was well-known for the prominent home of criminally insane, who have lost light and path to God. Trapped in its criminal void and darkness. Their deeds are deemed immoral for the recent decade and it's crucial reason they're committed against their will. Somehow the authorities and the contemporary morals just fated certain lunatics to not see the light of the day ever again. Rotting all alone behind the upsettingly dull, cement walls of the infamous madhouse and awaiting whether eagerly or not to spend their final moments of their lives, consequently being either cremated or mutilated as abominable beasts, lurking the woods. No family, relatives or even friends to lament over their deaths or abrupt disappearance. It was unholy territory or rather, the unholiness finding its new home. So as it's a godless place, there was scarcely any ghost roving the dull walls of the nuthouse. Except the ghost of the former freak show owner, whose quests in her afterlife with her spirit yet inhabiting the crudely cold, giant world nonetheless. Seeking revenge from the former Nazi war criminal, nowadays working as a doctor of science in the asylum, Arthur Arden. And her second quest was to find her own doppelganger, in fact, she knew via her parents that she used to have an older sister, but her early death before Elsa's birth was far from a warm welcome. A rolling stone memory that transformed in its agonizing, despondent scar, scarring her train of thoughts. What Elsa yearned more than anything was somehow to find out how her doppelganger or deceased sister looked like and is there any chance her parents exaggerating, opting to conceal the truth she's looking as an answer.

The German emigrant's translucent spectral levitating and passing through doors and walls were her special abilities she possessed as immortal spectral. No single soul whether wretched or on the contrary, jaded has acknowledged her mystic presence. No notoriously squeaky sound sourced her roaming spirit. Furthermore, the former actress was far from vociferous even when her quest desiderated her to be far from outstandingly rowdy whilst sneaking in the old asylum, first and foremost.

What else was part of her quest? Oh, the poor Pepper! One of her remarkable children which were part of the freaks' family when they owned once the freak show until it went through a handful of more owners. Falsely accused by her sister Rita and her husband for drowning her baby, thereafter being committed below the belt in the mental institution, where she didn't belong. Last but not least, Pepper didn't have any penintence and she owed nothing to anyone else.

The middle-aged woman's spectral figure levitated and paced nonchalantly in Briarcliff's corridors, looking for the head nun of the mental institution's office. Once the blonde found the head nun's office by going through her door, she was met with an empty office.

Elsa chewed on her lower plumpish lip at the sight of no living surrounding to be in charge of the office. Perhaps Jude was somewhere in the nuthouse by escorting Frank, dragging one of the most mutinous inmates in the entire façade up to the solitary confinement, inspecting the common room or on the contrary, in the bakery. It wasn't Elsa's business to put her nose where exactly is the administrator of the old asylum. The desperate, shrilling bewails of certain lunatics floated in the long, profound hallway. What the former freak show owner could recognize in their desperate bewails was their insanity emanating from the medicaments they're doped daily, the lack of proper hygiene and exposure to healthy sunlight even their stay for longer in an asylum where they belonged either the least or the most weighed on the scales their morals and deeds altogether. She could already put herself in their shoes, picturing the severe pain and melancholy of being isolated from the realistic world and dwelling in the insurmountable, stodgy realm of the lunatics and offenders, who were fated to not behold the light of the day ever again. Being isolated from the family, relatives or even friends if she'd ever had, whilst playing the main role of a patient in a facility or on the contrary, if she had nobody by her side from the inner circle due to personal reasons, the scarring notion of awaiting the day, the hour, the minute even the second of her death and nobody grieving over her death as whether her corpse being cremated in the crematorium or being stored in the morgue.

Chubby tears in the pit of her stomach dripped, immersing her stomach with sorrow in the melancholic area she's recently tracking her quest, amalgamating with the inmates' anguished, unspeakable bewails. Even when the tears weren't mirrored on outside, otherwise, they reflexed the genuine, compassionate nature of the former actress.

Anyway the former singer decided to inspect far from prying the austere, unwelcoming office of the sister of the church that run the mental institution for criminally insane. As a ghost, she knew everything even when her soul hasn't found utterly peace until her quests are accomplished at last. The hardwood desk that was embellished with pair of eyeglasses, sorted neatly files of the committed patients which engaged the mysterious doppelganger. The antique, midnight black phone along with the desk lamp and the empty, unused ashtray.
And the lacquered grandiose armoire that sorted variety of canes by their sizes especially thickness.

All of a sudden, monotonous clicking of chunks, echoing in the abysmal hallway caught off guard Elsa. The feminine footsteps neared the austere office until the administrator of the institution entered in her own office by setting a foot, whereas in the meanwhile, the former singer hid behind the ajar opened door of the en-suite bedroom that linked the office.

As soon as the Bostonian was alone with her own blizzard of thoughts and prejudices, meantime, a bizarre feeling of being watched prickled electrifying layer of goosebumps overally her epidermis. Little did she know who else might be in her office even in her en-suite bedroom. The former promiscuous nightclub singer doubted the Monsignor, Mary Eunice, her employee Frank and anyone else from the madhouse's staff will have any kind of business right away. They had their own engagements at the moment, of course.

The ajar opened linked room with the office's secret guest was oblivious for Jude, herself.

The German emigrant in the corner of her hazelish-brown pool, mottled with the most vibrant and promising hazelish pigment, surveyed in a scrutiny the motion of the other blonde snatching the dark wool wimple that coiffed her hair, leaving a fistful of long unruly aureate strands framing her round, full profile. Once the wimple uncoiffed the Pandora's Box, the luxurious lion mane of glossy old Hollywood gilt tresses piled up on the rigid shapeless fabric of her habit shoulders by discarded the wimple on the top of her bureau. Overwhelmness widened the former actress, sucking her teeth, reluctant to bit her lip and produce a mellow voice, in order to get herself in trouble. Mesmerized by the former licentious jazz nightclub singer's natural beauty and the charm she possessed.

Anyway the suddenness of narrowing her caramel brown orbs, Jude noted a spectral supervising her through the tiny gap of the ajar opened en-suite bedroom door, sending shivers down her spine. How does it come spectrals or other supernatural creatures than demons and the mindless mutiliated patients transformed into zombies, yearning for human flesh and dumped in the woods to inhabit any corner of the old asylum? Her naturally rosy-coloured lips parted in a slight sly smirk as if she just caught the disobedient child stealing from his parents' heirlooms to sell them for sweets, candies and toys. It was too late. Elsa was just caught by the holy woman even when her chubby, well-defined cheeks ignited unhealthily sheepish vermilion, tattooing its facial skin from the pale as ghost into vermilion.

"Show up yarself whatever ya are!" The middle-aged woman's firm Boston accent accentuated on her velvety, promising utterance, heavy sigh flushed her chest. "I promise you, you won't be hurt!" Her chunks tiptoed up to the ajar opened door, linking with her office.

In the interval, the other lady opened timidly the door until the nun stopped in a halt. The other blond offered her a benevolently innocent smile, smeared across her peach pink lips.

"Ms. Mars, aren't ya trying to spy on me for anything?" The surprising politeness in her firm accent contrasted her enquiry even when the German emigrant's heart sunk at the thought of spying with malicious intentions her secret doppelganger.

"N-No, sister! I've important tasks to do over there." The smile that Elsa wore, didn't ebb out from her porcelain, translucently spectral complexion, in fact, she tried to stay positive and optimistic. "So that to find peace finally with my own soul."

"What kind of business...have you in Briarcliff?" Stutter as she was overwhelmed to contact somebody, whose afterlife depended on finding peace by fulfilling its quests, peeled her tongue.

"First and foremost, the sweet Pepper if she's somewhere in this madhouse!" Nod in a solemn agreement was affirmed by the former sleazy nightclub singer, biting her lower lip as she listened attentively the secret guest of the nuthouse. Sympathetic smile trickled across her rosy-coloured, plumpish lips at the thought of the sole friend patient she'd ever had. "Second, I know so far that a suspicious doctor is working in his laboratory, who is responsible for the disappearance of certain patients." All of a sudden, the inkling of the former Nazi war criminal was responsible for wiping off the sympathetic smile from the woman of the cloth's milky as vanilla face. "Third, all I have searched for in my whole life was my sister as I'm certain my parents lied to me when I was younger that I used to have a sister under the name Jutta but she passed away before I was actually born." The third quest of her afterlife journey bemused the Bostonian, who became an object of survey. Elsa's honey brown pools surveyed in a prudent perusal her facial features by starting from her long mop of aureate sleek treeses downward to her chin. Why Jude genuinely alooked like as if it's her older sister, whom her parents hasn't never mentioned any further fact about her except her early death before Elsa's birth? Elsa didn't want to pry excessively, in fact, she's just a phantom, lurking and seeking her own peace.

"I can help you with the first two ones but Pepper has told me a lot about ya." Suddenly a jubilantly memorable smile blossomed, replacing the grotesque frown at the memory how Pepper used to tell the blonde a lot about the former freak show owner, in spite of the overindulgent contempt she felt by acknowledging the German emigrant's former occupation before owning one of the out of this world's shows especially by organizing it with her adopted freaks that were neglected by the general population and perfoming every night. "Ya used to be so many years together."

"Yes, that's so true, sister! She just turned eighteen, when I adopted her to be part of my only and one of a kind family with the freaks." The optimistically radiant smile wore a thousand of vibrant patterns, across the ghost's peach pink lips, playing uneasily with her gloved fingers fidgetily how Pepper is getting along with both of them even when the freak didn't realize they're somehow doppelgangers and galore of things linked them, subsequently making them sharing so much in common as Elsa is with two homelands, whereas Jude was with only one or it might be two just like her arcane younger sibling. The member of the clergy has never heard from her deceased mother or being insinuated to have another sibling whether a brother or a sister, factly, her mother wanted this family secret to abide indefinably impalpable with items, memories, feelings or emotions.

"I know her story that her sister accussed her of drowning her baby. She told me everything." At the moment, the other middle-aged lady cut her off curtly, attempting to not show any signs of coarseness in her interruption. "W-What's that look on yar face, Ms. Mars?"

"Just call me Elsa, sister!" The hoarseness in her firm German accent's giggle didn't fade when Judy noted something dubious in the other lady's stare. "Why you looked undeniably familiar to me? I mean, by judging your hazel eyes, blond hair and that fair skin tone."

"W-What do you actually mean?" Meanwhile, bashful, hemming stammer floated from her rosy-coloured, soft as satin lips, quirking elegantly her thin, dark eyebrow.

"Look at you! These eyes, hair and porcelain skin tone seem to be the things that I can recognize about," Pause cut her off at the indiscertation of the meek, childlike footsteps that brattled against the cemented flooring of the corridor, whereas her nostrils flared at the thought of another stranger entering in the austere office of the holy woman while having their important conversation. "My doppelganger! Even these cheekbones." The footsteps were inescapably deteched even by Jude once she heard them. All feminine. Namely meek and childlike. It was Mary Eunice.

"I think it's better for ya to hide. Ya can see Pepper after Sister Mary Eunice leaves." A mischievously friendly wink that shut her eyelid temporarily in a tiny slit couldn't repress the former actress's husky chuckle, thereafter shutting the en-suite bedroom's door, while Jude whirled around her bureau, expecting the imminent visitor. A couple of docile, feather door taps snapped the middle-aged woman out of her whirlpool of thoughts and temporal loneliness with the German emigrant's subtle presence. "Come in!"

"Sister, good news!" In the meantime, the young sister of the church stepped inside her mentor's office, her Mary Janes clicking against the cemented flooring, tingling Elsa and Jude's ears in a choir, whilst seizing her lips in a pensive, girlish purse. The slam of shutting the office door didn't bother the former promiscuous nightclub singer at all. "The turmoil in the common room is prevented."

"Fine! Another mud wrestling in the common room between the patients again?"

"N-Not exactly! But Craig smashed on many pieces of the vinyl disk on the recording player and Frank sent him in the solitary!"

"Seriously, Craig?" The ablaze flare surged lava oxygen through the Bostonian's nostrils, while listening attentively her own protégé, pushing away a fistful headstrong luxuriously gold-plated curls out of her clammy face after spending almost the entire morning in canning a horde of patients for their disobedience. "How does it come he to be responsible for breaking the Dominique's phonograph record, ya know?" Afterwards the back of her petite, smooth as baby skin hand swept off the generous layer of clamminess all over her forehead, glistening its natural epidermis's'transpiration.

"A few witnesses boldly confirmed he's responsible for breaking it once I entered to check what's going on in the common room after no longer hearing Dominique." A sharp exhape surged from the top of her brittle, nubile lungs, bowing lightly her head to gain stamina to resume her utterance even when the words weren't fished by her tongue. "What I just saw after entering in the common room was Craig was maniacally laughing on the floor and alongside his body the shattered on millions of pieces phonograph record. At first, I was confused and I could doubt Craig is going to be capable of more vicious even rebellious stuff to break the rules in this asylum!" The orphan's slim, pristinely long as piano keys' fingers rubbed gingerly, delicately the delicate epidermis of her temple by opting to evade migraine or abrupt headache after witnessing the gruesome scenery, taking its place in the common room.

"All I can remember is as a schizophrenic that caused another big scene in the common room a few days ago by rejecting to take his medicament and arguing with the orderlies!"

"W-What about his punishment?"

"I canned him bloodily with ten whips, although the Monsignor somehow tried to convince me when he entered in the common room, he couldn't sit on his own bum and ten canning were a bit too much for such disobedience."

"And what about your response, sister?"

"Well," In the interval, the older lady cleared her throat gruffily, fixing her collar, consequently tossing on her head the wimple with her long, adroit fingers by coiffing almost every inch of her angelic halo ringlet of richly gilded long strands in the dark wool veil, veiling them deftly except a couple of unruly wild honey curls, framing her round coiffed profile. "I told him since Craig is committed in Briarcliff for schizophrenia and disturbing with his odd behavior a couple of his former co-workers, but also deceased girlfriend who committed suicide after being driven to insanity of it," Ire overflowed its lava in her veins, pumping vigorously by feeling the rapid rabid heat beneath her epidermis. "Of course, the Monsignor was more liberal than me and he didn't think he deserved this harsh punishment, ya know!"

"He might be right." The benevolence in her blameless smile, parting in a curl the younger nun's pale naturally roseate lips contrasted the frown of her mentor. Mary Eunice took a deep breath, seconds before her tongue conjugate the sequel of her exclaimation. "Sometimes the inordinate whips are far from a rational punishment for the repenting soul. Let's not forget Craig has healthy problems due to his body structure, subsequently his muscles are vulnerable to,"

"Fair enough! Anyway thank ya for informing me on the right minute about the prevented turmoil in the common room, Mary Eunice! Ya may be missed." What it sickened Jude to bones was blandly squabbling even having disagreements with Mary Eunice, due to their ginormous age gap and sharing completely different point of views, diverging with their evolution and the gradual knowledge gain with the years, numbering the personal experience.

In the meanwhile, the juvenile blonde fled meekly her mentor's office without blandly retaliating their dispute and testing Jude's patience as well.