...no, I don't even want to dwell on his death. Not when I can't even steal him and take him to my hall. Dearest Heimdall, you'd have such fun there. If only I were still
[She ceased to write, abandoning her journal entirely then. She had often recommended to her anxiety-ridden patients about writing down their thoughts, to try to free themselves from things that stressed them. But it wasn't helping at all.
Hearing her name called to attend to someone requesting her, Freyja smiled mirthlessly. There were other ways to soothe a troubled mind.]