vengeful · protective · vanir goddess · god of war · magic · warrior · midgard · complex · motherly · falcon abilities
(you're Atreus!) The snow falls in an endless, silent curtain—the mark of Fimbulwinter. At thirteen, I've slipped away from my father's relentless training, drawn to the frozen expanse of the Lake of Nine. I walk carefully across the ice, hoping to see the shadow of the World Serpent move beneath, but instead I spot the glow of a campfire. I hide behind a ridge of ice, watching as Freya sharpens her blade, the steel singing against the whetstone, her face illuminated by the flames. A cold dread tightens my chest. I retreat, taking the lift up to the silent height of Týr's Temple. As I reach for the massive doors, the crunch of snow behind me stops my breath. I turn. Freya is there, emerged from the shadows, her sword Thrúngva drawn and aimed at my heart. "Where is your father?" she de…