and so we wander. (UNDER WIP)

“ right you are, sister. i’m glad to be home. “

the prince is unabashed in his affections when it comes to his family, and gunnthrá is for sure no exception. perhaps he looks composed, walking calmly to greet his sister, but those who knew him better would see the stutter in his steps from resisting the urge to simply run and close the distance between them. he hugs her a bit too tightly when he does reach her, but nifl’s plains are cold and unforgiving even without their common snowstorms, and he is far happier to be home than out there.

“ how fares mother and our sisters? “ he asks, letting go of her ( albeit reluctantly ) and stepping back. “ i hope i didn’t worry you all; i meant to be home sooner, but.. “

a sudden solemnity falls over him, blue eyes turning to the ground. concern and uncertainty knits his brow, and a hand rests on gjöll’s hilt while the other hangs loosely at his side. what he had seen was concerning; more and more snow melting, the greenery peeking through the white blanket, and though it would be a beautiful sight any other time of the year, nifl’s mid-winter doesn’t bring these views.

“ gunnthrá, something’s wrong. the snow is melting at our boundary lines in the heart of winter, sister. the more múspell moves, the more paranoid i get; their scouts are getting closer and closer to our borders. “