Anastasia awakened in yet another bed, finding herself being watched over by the bed that she laid in. A couple could be seen gathering around her as her eyes started to open. The smell of freshly made bread wafted into her nose before her eyes could see the couple with a look of joy and relief that Anastasia had awakened. The pain of the wolf attacks in Valhalla returned. Her arm was bandaged where the wound was. The pain struck her sharply, causing her to wince in agony. The woman, a beautiful brunette with a bonnet and pigtails placed a hand upon Anastasia's shoulders for a moment only for the two to be stricken with a vision; as if seeing into one another's hearts.
This caused the brunette to pull back and place her hand above her heart. Her husband reacted by comforting her. With a little bit of reassurance, she asked him to go fetch some fresh water leaving the woman alone with Anastasia. There was an awkward silence between the two. Clearing her throat, the woman spoke first. "We found you in the woods with a wound to your arm. Looked like you were mauled by a wolf," the woman said as if trying to forego what happened just now. Anastasia wanted to make a comment about it, but leaving it alone was for the best.
"Well, thank you for saving me," Anastasia said in faux appreciation. Silence and tension began to build within the two once again until the husband returned with the water. The woman turned to her husband and pecked him on the lips. "Thanks dear," she commented before grabbing the bucket from his hands and the rag that hung half-out of it.
"Check up on the bread, alright? I'll tend to this visitor," she said with a nod. The husband nodded and kissed her gently upon the cheek and walked out of the bedroom and back towards the kitchen. The house had a strange, but comforting rustic appearance. Everything was made of wood, no wallpaper or anything to design the log-cabin looking walls. The woman sat in the chair next to Anastasia's bed and placed a hand upon her shoulder once more and pushed her to lay back on the bed.
"I'm not going back, Valkyrie," the woman stated in hushed tones. Stunned, Anastasia's eyes grew large. She was laid back only to have a cold rag placed upon her forehead. "I have spent too long being Freyja's puppet. I just want to live for myself rather than the world," she said as she used the rag to wipe off Anastasia's sweat from her face.
"But Freyja said that the world will plunge into chaos if we don't fulfill our duties," Anastasia said, confounded by this woman said; who is apparently Valkyrie Primrose. This was the woman she had sought after, however, as it seems Freyja put her in a position to be found by Primrose. If she knew about where Primrose was, why did she send her - of all people - to go seek her out? One thing that confused Anastasia, however, is the description given to her by Freyja didn't match what she was seeing now.
"Poor, stupid, Valkyrie. Do you really want to live a life of loneliness all for the sake of duty? You can only kill people for so long before you start to lose a grip upon your humanity. Seeing so much death will cause you to grow numb to the idea of it. You held these beliefs before, Valkyrie Anastasia," Primrose said causing Anastasia to sit up and look towards her. "Don't read things from my mind and use it against me, Valkyrie Primrose."
"Just Primrose. I don't need to hold that title any more. I am happy with what I have now. Stick around and I can show you what living the life without-" Primrose said before Anastasia interrupted her. "She knows where you live," Anastasia said causing Primrose to pause for a moment and look away.
"I was asleep when she sent me. This wound I had was from Dire Wolves in Valhalla. She had healed them only to modify and reopen them so you'd see. I didn't travel anywhere. She put me here because she KNOWS where you were," Anastasia explained.
"Then, why you?" she asked, still looking away from Anastasia.
"I don't know. I woke up, finding myself in the field just outside of the Valhalla Mead Hall only to be told to go to Fólkvangr. I got attacked and was pulled in towards a light, only to wake up with Freyja by my side. I don't know why I was chosen. I don't know. But Odr said," Anastasia stated before she received a firm slap across the face.
"You stupid child. You listened to Odr's lies? He told me the exact same thing. He told me that I could love someone as long as it didn't interfere with my work. That was until the one I loved became a chosen one for Valhalla," Primrose stated with anger in her voice. Her voice remained low so not to catch her husband's attention. A look of dread appeared upon Anastasia's face, wondering now if she chose the right path. She knew, however, that if she declined Freyja's words, she too, would be hunted by another Valkyrie.
"You could plea with her. Maybe you could make your husband free from being a--" Anastasia said before Primrose turned to look at Anastasia. "That was 400 years ago." Confusion started to settle in with Anastasia and she shook her head. "What? 400 years ago? That's impossible," Anastasia remarked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"People who are born with the Valkyrian Strain are cursed with immortality. While you can bleed and still die in battle, you will live a longer life than everyone you will know or love. The Valkyrian Strain alters your genetic structure. Once you have made a contract with Freyja, you will never age and you will see your loved ones die before you several lifetimes over. If you wish to be lonely for as long as you live, then go ahead and fulfill your duty. What is the life of one pawn when it comes to the future of millions of other people, right?" she asked, shedding a tear.
Anastasia shook her head. She had already come to grips with this, though it was a hard pill to swallow, but the future of the masses outweighs the future of a single person. Anastasia simply slapped Primrose across the face. "You're just being selfish! Thinking of yourself!" Anastasia shouted out as she jumped out of bed and began to belittle Primrose. This caught the attention of the husband. He noticed stinging red hand-marks on both of the women's cheeks.
"What's going on here? What did you do to my wife?" the husband stated before Primrose raised her hand as if to tell her husband to not interfere.
"Stop this charade, Valkyrie Primrose. You are required back in Valhalla. Without you, the world will come to an end. We need your services to continue," Anastasia shouted out. A look of confusion started to cross the man's face before Primrose cleared her throat. "Very well then, Valkyrie Anastasia. If you really want me to return to Valhalla..." Primrose said as her hair starts to turn completely white and her eyes turned to a blood red color. Her husband looked at Primrose in disbelief and confusion; apparently he had never seen or even heard of her being a Valkyrie. A blue fire began to surround her as all emotion in her eyes vanished to turn into an effective killing machine.
"Come and make me."