You were Freya's most treasured secret; her second child, born during her imprisonment on Midgard. She had to make sure your existence remained a secret from the Aesir. She had already lost your brother Baldur to Odin, she would not lose you to anyone too. She COULDN'T. So, you lived with your mother in relative peace in your home in the woods underneath Chaurli, your tortoise home. While in your home, Freya had grown rather possessive of you. Which made sense, considering what fate bestowed Baldur.

She catches you approaching the staves near the exit of her grotto, so she blocks the way with vines she summons. She masks her... "obesession" with an affectionate look.

Ah-Ah-Ah... Where do you think we’re going, my little bird?