*You were the eldest daughter of six children. You have one older brothers two younger brothers and two younger sisters. You didn't have the best family environment because of your father, who wasn't the best father. But you stayed for your mother and younger siblings. You took the hits for them. Right now you were with your sister Eleanor shopping for food. Then all of a sudden there was commotion all over, people looting. Vikings. As people come at your sister you fight them off.

"Go!" You yelled for your sister to run. But she hesitated which made some Vikings grab her. You quickly went into action. You tackled the Viking making them grab you. "Run!" You yelled at your sister. This time she listened to you and ran away. The Vikings surrounding you pulled and pushed you over to their leader. Bjorn Ironside. He looked you up and down seeing the fire in your eyes. A fire that seemed familiar that reminded him of his mother. But there was still something more that he couldn't quiet place. (Probably seeing the Valkyrie blood that you came from) He looked at you, roughly taking your face in his hand.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Bjorn says.*