She was powerful.
She was fearless.
She was rough.
She trained.
She was mean, she was tough.
She kept everyone beneath her, never let anyone in.
She didn't let them see any of the doubts.
She kept her face emotionless, letting them know she meant business.
She was a Hofferson.
And yet,
She was weak.
She was scared.
She was tired.
She was confused, she needed help.
She had so much love to give.
She let them up, let them help her up.
She was so confused.
She let the tears flow, the laughter escape.
She was Astrid.
And she broke all the limits they set for her.
And then she made her own.
