"Astrid, you do not know my face?" Her hands slid from her mouth. Her daughters did her proud. No fear with either of them. In spite of the fearsome situation they were put in. Though she could not hold the fact that neither knew her on first sight. After all she had been 'dead' for probably ten years if not more, for them.
Brynhild stood straighter. "I am Brynhild of Ingouf. Wife of Magnus."