Sparked by a conversation with Kitty O. She also kindly informed me that plot-bunnies in this fandom have magic and are sparkly.
She was gone. Killed. Murdered. Yet he couldn't blame the one who killed her. He was just trying to protect his people.
He retreated deep within himself. Feeling hurt too much, so he built a wall between him and the world. It was a wall of glass, clear enough to see through, but nothing could touch him.
Yet the wall wasn't perfect. It had cracks. Sometimes it came crashing all down. Those were the times when the pain was debilitating. He mourned the too short life of the beautiful girl he loved. The only one who had seen him.
"Freya."