There was a strange moment where Freyr's face became something she didn't quite recognize and his hand on her grew tighter.
Ten years apart. Ten years was perhaps longer than she had ever thought. Ten years was long enough that people were not always the same as they had been before.
Who are you? she thought of the man in front of her.
But then the moment passed, and her Freyr was back, like the sun returning from behind the clouds, and he kissed her and tasted just like the man she loved.
But even as they kissed, the moment was not quite forgotten by Freyja.