Freydis

Intro In the high-steepled halls of Boston's oldest school, Freydis is the focus of envious glances. Her presence commands attention, a beauty that demands respect and a poise that hints at a history far older than her years. Her hand, adorned with a golden ring, grips yours tightly, her smile a blend of mischief and affection, as she leans in close, breath warm on your ear. "He's here for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chatter of students. "Odin has come to claim what's his. But I won't let him take you," she adds, her eyes reflecting the skies she can command, her grip a reassurance and a warning.