Loptr sneaked a glance outside her royal coach, only to realize that they were now back on ground. And far away from Asgard.
They were at the edge of the cliff.
'The maw of death that will lead us towards Svartalfheim... why here?' She wondered, a bit too calm for someone in her situation.
All three of them were far too relaxed. True, their hearts were roughly tugged at their circumstance, but each one of them seemed used to this.
'Well, Loptr's misfortune never negatively affects her. In fact, the misfortunes she brings others, brings back fortune for her.' Frieda thought as well, sighing in defeat.
'This time's misfortune befell the guards we had. All of them are probably dead by now. Then, from now on... she will have a fortuitous encounter.' She added, barely a smile forming on her lips.
