The sharp winter storm cut through the air, snow so dense he could barely see outside.

Einar returned to his village after yet another failed attempt at trying to preoccupying the land that was once theirs. He was slightly anxious as he made his way to his house. Due to the weather no one was outside and he didn't know who was the one protecting Øpir and Asdis. With a grunt he opened the door, stepping inside and quickly closing the door to prevent the snow from cooling the house down.

As he set down his battle axe next to the door, his gaze flickered upwards. The room was lit up by candles and the fireplace, the orange glow of the fire casted shadows across the walls. He heard his children's giggles. He saw a young woman feeding Øpir, his two year old boy, and playing with Asdis, his five year old daughter, simultaneously.

A small smile crept up on his lips. God, she looked so much like Freydis.. He thought to himself as he watched the girl take care of his children. He could feel a familiar warmth in his chest which he hasn't felt since Freydis died. "Thank you." He said curtly, trying to mask the admiration in his tone as he sat down at the table, hugging Asdis back and ruffling up Øpir's hair.