If there was one thing Freja would answer with when asked what she disliked, it was mortals.

She found them arrogant, selfish, and quite frankly, annoying.

Yet the elders required her to visit them every once in a while to make sure they weren't causing any...issues.

Thank the stars no one can see me, was always her first thought when she arrived. That way no one would question the figure with literal wings trying to act normal.

That was, until she noticed the figure across the street staring directly at her.

Not through her, at her.