Freya laughed softly, her chin tilting her head up towards the sky. "You did watch the Lion King right. The souls of the dead who've found their way into the sky. Protecting and guiding us." Musfasa had said something similar though Freya wasn't sure how much Thorfinn had paid attention to that movie. "Everyone things something different." There was no way to prove it.

She stepped until the water swirled and rippled around her waist. It was cold but Freya welcomed the icy chill. For reasons different than Thorfinn's. He never bothered her, she knew the bodies natural reaction to seeing someone of the opposite sex naked and she took it as a form of flattery. Unlike him, she could hide that sort of thing.

Freya looked over towards Thorfinn and moved to stand by his side. "Look at the surface of the water." She pointed down where the stars reflected along the water. "Við getum synda með stjörnum." (We can swim with the stars.)The pronunciation wasn't perfect but Freya was trying and it was fun to try. The phone's were far enough away now that they'd do little to translate between them.