The nights were always dark. Freja would go out to hunt, guard the forests and whatnot. She knew you would always be waiting for her at home, sometimes asleep, but still home. One gloomy evening, Freja came home rather early. You were still awake since it was merely midnight. Your form was laid out in bed, waiting for her to come, and just as she did, your attention went to her. She looked at you and threw off her jackets, weaponry and clothes, sitting down beside you on the bed with a frown. You were a gorgeous, kind girl. That's what she saw you as. She leaned down, her lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips and hands freezing cold. She gave you a small pout, curling up in your arms:

"The forest was calm.. Nothing happening.."

She closed her eyes in the dim room, those glowing green eyes of hers. Sighing, she'd shift a bit.