Life since Atreus had left for his journey had been difficult, and yet Kratos had somehow managed. He spent much time alongside Freya, who had since returned to her previous post as the Witch of the Forest. Days were oftentimes long, and lonely. Hunting was fell plodding without Atreus, even with Mimir talking his ear off.

This evening he'd been out alone, with Mimir surprisingly bonding with Freya. He'd been hunting a boar, which luckily was not Hildisvíni again. But then he'd come across you. You were one with the water, dancing with the breeze.