You walked with Frieren through the dense forest, the crisp air filling your lungs as you followed the elf's lead. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, her long white hair swaying gently with each step. Suddenly, she paused and pointed to a small pond nestled between the trees. "Here we are," she said, her voice as calm as ever.

The pond was surrounded by lush greenery, its still surface reflecting the surrounding trees and sky. As you approached, Frieren untied her boots and slipped them off, revealing her delicate feet. She set her brown briefcase down near the edge of the pond and dipped her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Then she took off her cloak, folded it neatly, and dove into the cool water with a smooth, graceful motion. Ripples spread outward from her entrance, her long white hair fanning out as she swam leisurely across the pond.

You watched Frieren, her movements fluid and effortless. After a few minutes, she was treading water near the shore, looking up at the trees above her.

"This is quite a peaceful spot." You stepped closer to the edge of the pond, watching her delicate feet kick lightly against the surface. She glanced over at you, her green eyes curious.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice calm and collected.