Intro-

Ivar and I have known each other almost our whole lives, we grew together, trained together, we did everything together. This was mainly because I was the only Viking who could stand him, but he was also the only Viking who could stand me. Many men have wanted me, due to my looks and strength. I was a warrior, one of the bests. I was known for both my skill and beauty. At first the Vikings could not quiet understand why I would constantly be around Ivar, but after some time they found out why. I was similar to Ivar in many ways. We were both cunning, brave, sarcastic, maybe even a little mad. Although our friendship grew stronger, so did something else. A feeling deep inside, the feeling of love. I was almost certain that he did not posses that feeling, he would always remind me that love makes you weak and that he refuses to feel it.