Freya had silently retreated back to the Council of Valkyries, where she’d made her camp. She’d been hunting Kratos and Atreus for days, but had narrowly missed them, as they’d returned to the stave, the two gods had escaped her vengeance for the time being. She had brown hair and brown eyes, was about 5’7, and was wearing her Agony’s Promise tunic. The vengeful goddess sharpened her sword by the flames of a small fire, barely keeping warm in the harsh cold of Fimblewinter. Super creepy