„It's a beautiful baby girl" Freya smiled. Her cute little daughter laid in her arms. Vanaheimr had been a good place to hide from her husband, and Loki helped as much as he could. His magic prevented anyone of finding them. Freya's twinbrother Frey stood next to her, wearing his traditional armor. At first glance, they didn't look much alike, he had silver-golden hair, almost white, falling in waves reaching his chin. He was handsome and his features were as perfect and delicate as hers. They had the white, porcelain skin in common, and their eyes. Deep, blue eyes, shining like sapphires. Now his lips were pressed together and he looked angry.
- „Sister, it's time. Your... mistake has to be corrected."
- „How can you call her like that? She's not a mistake. She's perfect."
-„Indeed a beautiful girl, but not your legitimate daughter."
She sat on a bank in a big garden, with flowers and trees and vegetables and fruits... It was called „Alyanna's garden" because of the former Vanaheimrer queen, Alyanna, who used to spend almost every day in this garden. Freya loved it, Frey and her would play here as they were kids. Now she was sitting there under a rosebush, the bright silver moon shining over their heads and enlightening the garden.
-„Just a moment."
-„Every moment you hold her, the chance of Njörd or someone else finding her raises. She's in danger, Freya, please understand that."
Freya turned to her brother, tears in her eyes.
-„I know."
Frey smiled gently and took her hand.
-„Little sister, how do you name her?"
-„Serena." Freya whispered. It was the last time she saw her daughter in person.
They had given her to a rich family, wealthy, good-hearted people. Frey and her had arranged it together, and the little girl should be safe.
Freya took her dagger, a family heirloom and laid it on Serena's little bed. The couple woulnd't ask much questions and the blade was enchanted. It made sure Serena was hidden from Njörd and every one capable of magic, and by the way it could be helpful one day. It was a sharp thing, with artful silver patterns around the grip. „Good bye, baby girl." Freya whispered and kissed her on her forehead.
Other goddesses talked about Freya behind her back, calling her a „strumpet" or worse. But Freya ignored it and tried to forget the Midgardian. Nathaniel.
Freya played with a strand of her hair. She was a terrible mother, an unbearable wife and a stupid, naïve girl. The only thing she had was her beauty which was inherited. Would Njörd still love her if she wasn't beautiful?
She never dreamed of Nathaniel again after she left Midgard, and she knew what it meant. He was gone. The couple Njörd killed were just the adoptive parents, the couple Frey and her had chosen for her child.
Freya dreamed of her, seeing a happy, pretty girl. But she never talked about her again, even when she saw the couple dying. It made her sad, but she hoped it was enough revenge for Njörd.