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Three times a mother herself, and a maternal figure to many others, it came as no surprise when a deep instinct inside herself told something was wrong. Quick steps echoed through the halls as Angrboda made her way to her small ones’ chambers. The silence that filled the air was enough to frighten the strongest woman in the realms.
Door ajar, Angrboda’s search was in vain at first. But her heart was soon appeased. The sound of innocent, child-like giggles coming from behind a closet door prompted her to open it and smile down at her daughter, hidden amongst pelts and dolls. “What do you think you are doing, hjartað mitt?”











