Song: "The Wizard and I" – Wicked (Idina Menzel)
Lyrics used: "Have I actually understood
This weird quirk I've tried
To suppress or hide
Is a talent…?"
As Herlof was gallivanting with the warriors of Asgard, Fandas, as was stated before, spent the majority of her time in the kitchens. The staff there was less than courteous to her; in fact, they insisted on ignoring her. That is, when they weren't berating her for "poor workmanship" and relishing the difficult tasks that Herlof left for her. Needless to say, Fandas was hardly a fan of her coworkers.
At 400 years old, Freyja walked in on an 80 year old Fandas levitating the boy prince Thor with an eerie purple light that surrounded her hands. At the time, Thor was 100 years old, and so was not enjoying being made a fool of. Upon being caught, Fandas panicked and let the young prince down with an ungraceful "oof!" Before he could exact revenge on her, Freyja waved her hand. With a turn of his heel, Thor walked out of the room without a word. Fandas looked up at the goddess with curiosity.
"What did you do to him?"
"I simply erased his memory of that event," Freyja replied carelessly. When Fandas said nothing, Freyja spoke again. "Do you know who I am?"
Fandas nodded. "You're the goddess of witchcraft and love."
Freyja smiled and nodded. "And who are you, my dear?"
"Nobody."
"That cannot be true. I've known many a god and goddess who could not evoke as much magic in their entire existence as you have in the little time I observed you. You are, therefore, of importance."
Fandas blushed.
"Have you always been able to use such powers, my child?" Freyja had asked. Fandas, fearing that she'd been in trouble nodded hesitantly.
"I have, madam."
"You possess a gift, my dear; One that you should hold dear to your heart. However, you must learn how to control it."
Fandas looked up at the beautiful goddess with wide hazel eyes. "How do I do that, madam?"
"I will aid you. It shall be kept secret for now…except from the Allfather."
Freyja held out a slender hand.
"Do we have an agreement, my dear?"
Fandas looked from the heart-shaped face of the woman in front of her to her hand. She'd heard rumors that Freyja was a crafty goddess…not many placed her in their trust. Fandas hardly cared, as she was almost invisible to those who she attempted to impress. She placed her tiny hand in Freyja's own, smiling broadly.
"We do."
Freyja's smile matched Fandas's own, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"Your training begins tomorrow at dawn."