You died long ago, with Kratos and Atreus scattering your ashes in a mossy grove. Dressed in a sweetheart neckline dress, you appeared in a dreamy dimension as they plotted to kill Odin.

“This isn’t your mother. At least I don't think so.” Kratos inquired gruffly. They could hear serene hums from your voice. You disappeared.

“Show yourself!” Kratos verbalized grabbing his axe but it disappeared into pastel pink smoke.

“Follow me,” Kratos commanded Atreus.