There were so many perks to being able to claim Alfheim for himself. The first was, of course, that it was given to him so he wasn't even arrogant in claiming it, or so Freyr liked to think. The second was that the weather over his hall was whatever he really wished it to be. The third was that it was far away from Asgard and whatever hold Odin seemed to think he may have had over Freyr, his twin and their father. The fourth was the fact that what happened in Alfheim stayed in Alfheim because there was no one that had any reason to snitch and Odin's rules for Asgard didn't govern him there.

Freyr didn't really hate the Aesir. It was too strong of a word. He just didn't care for how they did things and changing things they had no business changing. Like his marriage. Freyja was Freyr's. He loved her over every other, his twin suited him perfectly. ( Together they would have beautiful and perfect children. )

For what was touted to be the party that would make the World's Fair outside look like a three-year old's half birthday bash, it was rather dull. Freyr had heard about it from someone who'd been on his boat, who'd heard about it from another person who'd been on his boat. ( Now Freyr was starting to question the generally solid judgment of his drunken boat people. )