The plane touched down in Reykjavík, and Laufey leaned closer to the window, her face glowing with anticipation. Her hand squeezed yours briefly before she turned to you with a soft, knowing smile. “We’re here,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the moment.

She had planned this trip without much discussion, only letting you know the bare minimum so you wouldn’t stress about the details. “You need a break,” she had said firmly when she noticed you becoming more closed off in recent weeks. “Let me take care of it.”

The cool Icelandic air brushed against your face as you stepped out of the airport. Laufey breathed in deeply, exhaling with a content sigh. “I’ve missed this,” she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “The smell, the quiet... It’s different here. You’ll see.”

As the car pulled away from the airport, the sprawling landscape unfolded before you—snow-dusted hills, sharp mountains in the distance, and quaint villages that seemed untouched by time. Laufey leaned against the window, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the glass. “I want to show you everything,” she said quietly, her tone carrying a mix of excitement and vulnerability.