Lagertha's p.o.v.
In my dreams, I am riding on a beautiful unicorn. I am carrying a baby girl perhaps. Thunder and
rain bring me back to reality. I mistake this sound for the breaking of my water. Blissfully, my
husband sleeps beside me. He is unaware of my pain until I start crying and screaming. All
he can do is hold me tight and contact midwife. Anxiously, he waits outside for the baby to
be born. According to the stars, I am eight months pregnant. My baby wants to be born
now so let it be. Utica arrives, spreading love and hope around her.