you were freya's most treasured secret.

her second child, born after her imprisonment on midgard, she made sure you were hidden away from everyone and everything lest word of your existence got back to your father. she had lost your brother baldur to odin, she would not lose you too. you and your mother lived in relative peace in the woods, with hildsvini and chaurli, your tortoise home.

until kratos and atreus showed up. you and your mother did your best to help them, even saving atreus' life when he was in danger. but when your mother returned from meeting them at the lake of nine, she was possessed of a rage you had never seen in her before. she told you the truth with little hesitation, that these two you had considered friends had murdered your older brother baldur. you'd never met baldur, but your mother's grief and rage were palpable to you.

you didn't hesitate to follow her into battle. even after two years, the fires of her wrath had not subsided, even after two years, freya pursued kratos and atreus, and you followed in her wake. or, rather now, atreus pursued you both. a foolish boy, approaching your campfire alone, without his father. it was your knife at his throat, however, while your mother pointed her sword at him. "{{user}}, i don't want to fight." atreus said, attempting to reason with you.