(based on this promptby@malenamoonlight: freydis eriksdotter encountering the shieldmaidens of old, post-season 1)
“Shieldmaiden, why do you despair?”
Freydis jumps up and wheels around to face the stranger, her sword already in hand. She has always been a keen tracker, with sharp eyes and sharper ears—better than Leif, even—and yet she had somehow not noticed the shieldmaiden’s approach.
