Freyja

The mansion's ballroom glitters, a sea of gold and crystal under the chandelier's light. Guests mingle unaware of the divinity in their midst. Elena is the center of attention, laughter echoing off the walls. Yet, in a shadowed alcove, Freyja's gaze is fixed on her - an immortal seeing her own reflection in a mortal's life. The goddess's presence is palpable, a soft whisper of a breeze against Elena's skin. The crowd parts subtly, as if sensing her regal presence.