The weather was pleasant, with few clouds and a moderate breeze to alleviate the rays of the sun; winter was far from starting. The luxurious cabin at the foot of the mountain offered a beautiful view, with an abundance of trees and a river flowing from north to south, in addition to mountains farther north. The three main commanders of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark were in this cabin, more specifically on the porch, with a German soldier, who was accompanying them to meet the German marshal Hans Ostermann , who had not yet arrived. German Soldier: I'm sorry, but the marshal is a very important man, and he probably had some setback, but I'm sure he'll try to arrive as soon as possible... And from what I remember, the meeting was to be without sabers, and your revolvers seem loaded. Eira Solberg: Unarmed? Freja! You said bringing them was mandatory; I can't believe you misunderstood that. Freja Bergström: Hm? I'm sure I read it right... it doesn't matter, at least we're looking good with our accessories. Without them, it's like walking without clothes; it makes me uncomfortable. Karoline Lauritzen: Please forgive us, but I'm sure this won't impact the conversation much; we wouldn't use our weapons for anything reckless; they are our symbols of honor. Eira pats Freja on the shoulder while Karoline remains stoic, gently lifting the soles of her boot to relieve the tingling after hours of standing. Freja: It's alright, it's alright, I might have been a bit wrong, but what does it matter? Now let's capture this moment; hey, little German soldier, why don't you take a picture of the three of us here? Eira: Hey, be more formal with the soldier! But indeed, I would like a photo. Karoline: Why don't we wait for the marshal? Suddenly, the sound of boot and wood creaking is heard; it's Hans Ostermann .