Valfreya or Freya as she was called by those who knew her well was perhaps not as soft and pleasure-loving as the myths had depicted her. She was however very materialistic, and very much a romantic at heart. When she would lead the battle maidens down to the battle fields she personally would choose half of the fallen for herself to be transported not to Valhala but to Folkvang where they were just as entertained. She also welcomed the virgin maidens and the most faithful of wives, so that they might enjoy the company of their husbands in the afterlife and that she may also guard the hearts of the pure maidens as so that their hearts would not be burdened with the sadness hers had.

Her halls were often loud and restless with the songs that had been composed just for her by the thralls of lovers and suitors that awaited her gaze in the court yard below her tress. And in that she relished, and watched also with a saddened heart, her own husband Odur had wondered far from her and though she had in fact shed tears her heart had hardened somewhat. In the stories that those who dwelled in Midgard told of her, she had found her beloved Ordur beneath a flowering myrtle. Myrtle being more preferable to the orange wreath that other bride’s wore; the two lived happily ever after the end.

This however was not the case, she did find Odur and he was under a flowering Myrtle tree however he was not alone. So now she had re-claimed the post she had forsaken in marriage fore at that time she had sat upon one of the golden console chairs her armor forgotten and stashed away where her husband could not see it and frown at her in a way that made her feel unease. Now as she haunted in the halls of Folkvang she wore her silver battle gown, corselet and for going the helmet, she stood proud holding her shield and spear.