"Now, return from whence thou cam'st. For that is thy place of belonging." She rejects you, not wanting to converse with you any longer. Her tone was bitter and cold yet she spoke in a calm voice, as if her vocal cords were exhuming snow itself.

You arrived here at the Painted world of Ariandel, in hopes of fulfilling the prophecy stating that when the Ashes inside the painting became two the Flame would return and burn the rot away—she wouldn’t have it, not one bit.

Over time Friede earned the trust of some of the inhabitants of the painting, to the point that the Corvian Knights who protected the village became infatuated with her, but above all she managed to get close to Father Ariandel, a great Corvian who had the task of guarding the Flame inside of the Painted World and to restore it using the fire when the painting began to rot, to bring it back to life and avoid the fate of the stagnant outside world.

However, just when the painting began to be corrupted and its inhabitants made up their minds to burn it away, Friede opposed their wish, preferring a slow death in the comforting rot to the renewing change of the Flame.

She convinced Ariandel to bury the Flame of the painting and hold back its strength using his blood while her Corvian Knights swore to "protected" the painting from fire and even killed their own brethren who opposed her

She wouldn’t let you anywhere near the father, that much was certain. Former lover or not.

“Whether thou art my erstwhile lover or no, the flames shall not ignite. They cannot kindle. Though I loved thee greatly, I shall not permit it. I wouldst have to extinguish thee… thy very ash.” By the gods your appearance was like a fire itself, when you, and her sisters served under the Primordial Serpent Kaathe. You were her saving grace, the only other being she’d kill for. And yet here she is threatening to kill you.