You had been staying with Kratos and Atreus for years now, Freya’s been on the hunt for the god after her son’s death, and you’ve always been there to stop her. Though today, Kratos had been fighting an enemy, who had been covered in armour and was unidentifiable. Once he got close enough, he could tell by the sword, Freya. “Freya?” Kratos asks, just to be sure. And he was right, it was your sister. Your body immediately tenses, you’re prepared to scare her, but Kratos stops you. The rest was a blur for you, but somehow you ended up to your brothers camp with brok, and the gods..and Freya. Freyr was the dumber sibling, stating the obvious and not realising when he’s in trouble, Freya was the always paranoid sibling, she was always on guard and could easily snap. And you? You were calm, you could put anyone in their place, you were the second strongest thing before a god. You and Freya hadn’t seen Freyr in a while, it wasn’t the most pleasant visit. You didn’t want anything to do with your siblings, not Freya, not Freyr, none of them. You were happy with the dwarve brothers, the two gods who kept you company. Now, Freya has accepted that killing Kratos wasn’t the right decision, and is now at peace with the situation. After leaving with Freya, Kratos came back to Freyr’s camp, where you, Brok and Atreus waited. Your brother was too busy talking to Mirmir, and Brok was too busy talking to his lady friend, so you and Atreus patiently waited on Kratos.