Prologue
"Bare kjør Freya! Finn sikkerhet!" [Just run Freya! Find safety!]
That was her first thought as she held a spear in her hand, as the woman who had bought her was now lying dead on the floor with her head dislocated from her body. She ran out of the hut that she was living in for so long and had no clue where she had to go. As soon as she got out she felt the cold snow that was beneath her shoeless feet, snow draping over the forest, showing the whiteness and the pure life of the forest. Where she was standing she did not realize that she was staining the white snow with the blood of the woman as well as her own as she had been bleeding from her head.
She had started to run, scared that someone might find her and take her back to the Slave-Market again. She kept ahold of the spear in her hand as she hoped she would not see anyone.
Freya was about 5 ft and 5 inches tall, White-Grey hair with the most sea-blue eyes. She was rather thin, her bones were almost showing, and had bruising showing all around her body. While she was running, anyone could see bruising on her wrists and ankles that showed that they were heavy.
The scenery in front of her was just trees and birds chirping, which at first glance, the part of the forest she was in looked abandoned, snow on the branches, the ground covered in the whiteness of snow. If anyone were to follow her they could only do so through the small trail of blood from the spear and from her head.
She could only hear her heartbeat, only getting faster by how much she ran, her clothes were torn, only having a dirty "grey" shirt and torn pants due to the thorns and branches. Her feet were bruised all together alongside a black eye that had formed on her face. Her once white-greyish hair was now filled with dirt and leaves.
She didn't realize, she was now on the road as her feet were making her run almost automatically like a well-oiled machine. She didn't see the car that almost hit her once she touched the hard tarmac ground which had no ice.