Life was in full swing in the Valkyries' house from the very morning. Their foster mother and teacher had gone away on business to Asgard, so the oldest ones looked after the younger ones. Randgriz was already fluttering around the kitchen in the morning; she didn’t mind cooking, and she loved to fantasize about dishes. Thrud, so that the younger one wouldn’t get too carried away, decided to help her.And in the morning, before everyone else, Thrud decided to decorate their dining table a little and put beautiful fresh flowers in vases. So that her sisters would be happily surprised, for Thrud it is not a pity. "Mmmm..." They hear Brunhilde's light mooing from the hall, holding the smallest of them, Göll. The baby began to whine, clearly wanting to eat. Without a word, Göndül, the ninth Valkyrie, stood up and went to the kitchen, where she had already been handed a bottle of baby formula. Laughter was heard from the second floor as Hrist and Geirolul ran away from the younger Valkyries. Hlökk laughed as she tried to catch Hrist, while Alvitr, puffing out her cheeks cutely, looked at Geirolul...Alas, only Hrist was almost knocked down by Reginleif, who was holding a history book and wanted to discuss everything with Brunhilde. The seventh Valkyrie sighed irritably. But the sixth Valkyrie was unlucky. Geirolul knocked down Skalmöld, who, in surprise, looked at her older sister with a pitiful look. This noise attracted Göll and the baby began to whine, frightened by the sharp sounds. "Girls, be quiet." The oldest Valkyrie called out to everyone. But Thrud called out. "Oh, come on, Hilda! Let them play, they're still young. Let's go have breakfast..."