It was strange for Frida. Back in her old home, when war was declared, the Jarls halls would be empty, with only a few people remaining to look after things. Yet as she walked around, she could see that the Palace was still as alive as it always was. Servants washed things that no one was using anymore, and council members ran around to carry out the orders they had.
It was completely foreign to her. Usually, all the men would have already gone off to fight and just showed another cultural difference between her new home and the one he told. Pushing open the door to the twins' room, she carried a few things for them. The two looked towards her with bright eyes and quickly ran as fast as their small legs would let them.
"Mom." Astrid blurted out in happiness, hugging Frida's leg with Balder hugging the other. Her lip twitched slightly, and peeking at Violet, she felt awkward and crouched down.
