In the distance, Magni and Modi, play - fought with wooden swords, while Thrud watched shaded by a tree. Sif watched everything with a mother's eyes. When Magni won the sword - play, and he always won, Sif had to calm Modi down. Modi always seemed to be angry about something, thought Sif. Forseti and Balder were oblivious to these events. They were laying in a field of flowers playing chess on a beautiful gold gameboard. Everyone in Asgard was enjoying the splendour of the day, save one. From the lavish hall called, Sessrumnir, Heimdall heard the weeping of a distraught Goddess. Heimdall slowly shook his head, and then continued his vigilance. He had no time to reflect on sorrow.
Freyja sat in her beautiful hall, her head bowed in anguish. Tears of red - gold gently trickled down her face and rolled off onto the table, adding to the fortune that was her sorrow. Freyr sat down next to her, and lifting her chin asked, " What vexes you so my sister ? Why does one so beautiful cry this way ? " Freyja, choking back the tears, answered, " My husband has gone off again on another of his journeys and our children miss him so. Hnoss and little Gersemi are so sad without their father, and I miss him so very much." Freyr responded in a harsh whisper, " Do not let father hear you say such things. He already is not fond of Od. Besides, you know that everywhere Od travels he spreads love and joy. It is his passion, and his purpose." Freyja shot back, " Yes, but we need him too !" Suddenly she looked up from the table, and with a look of determination said, " I will sit here no longer waiting, I will go out and find my husband and bring him home !"
Njord, who was resting in the flower garden, saw his daughter stride towards him with Hnoss and Gersemi in tow. When she reached his side, Freyja asked, " Father will you look after my daughters while I go and search for my husband ?" Njord answered with a bellowing laughter that could stop the wind itself, " I would love to spend time with my two little granddaughters. They are such little treasures. " With that Hnoss and Gersemi ran to their grandfather and jumped up onto his lap. As Freyja left she could hear her father's laughter mixed with the giggling of her daughters. For the first time in a long while a faint smile crossed her face.
Freyja decided to start her search in the lands of Midgard. Od often spoke of his love of moving amongst the children of Odin, and how much he truly enjoyed their company. She knew that in this realm she would have to travel in disguise, so she summoned her magic and changed her cats into beautiful stallions to pull her golden cart across the winding dirt roads of Midgard. She was however, to vain to change her appearance. Odin may hide himself in disguises there, but Freyja wanted all to see her beauty.
Along the way she stopped at every farm to ask the farmers if they had seen her husband, who she described in great detail. All shook their heads and said no one with that description had passed this way. She then thanked them and went on her way. She had little time for conversation. She had a husband to find !
She came next to a small town and stopped at the market square. A crowd gathered around her as she stepped down from her cart. They were amazed by this beautiful woman, dressed in the finest clothes they had ever seen. They whispered to each other that surely she must be a queen, or at the very least a princess. They brought her to a small eatery and treated her according to her status. They gave her the best food and drink they had, and everyone spoke to her with respect and reverence. They addressed her as, "my lady". They took turns asking her questions and were delighted by her answers. Freyja was amazed at their generous hospitality, and quickly saw what Od liked in them. She asked them why the market seemed so empty of fresh fruits and vegetables. The tavern owner explained that the rains had not come this year, as in years past, and the early harvest had not produced an abundance. Freyja told them how sorry she was to hear this and that she hoped that their late harvest would be much better. Then she asked if anyone had seen her husband, who she again described. Everyone to a man and woman said no. The tavern owner even remarked that he would have remembered a man who was that splendid. With a look of sadness she said her goodbyes and thanked them for their kindness. As she reached her cart, not one, but two men helped her up into her padded seat on her cart. All bid her farewell and good luck. As she rode away she could hear them cheering her and wishing her well.
She was touched by their heartfelt treatment of her, and true concern for her welfare. She felt sorry for their lack of food and decided to help. Within her mind she reached out to her brother Freyr, and asked if there was not something he could do to help these kind - hearted people. Freyr nodded his head, and Sunna disappeared from the sky. Dark clouds covered her once shining face throughout the valley where the town lay. As Freyja reached a hill overlooking the town, she stopped her cart and looked back. A gentle rain had started to fall over the valley below, onto the farms and their crops. With a smile on her face she bid her stallions to take her to the next village along the way.
And so she went from farm to farm, village to village, looking for her beloved husband. Everyone she spoke to had the same answer to her often repeated question. Od had not been this way. Finally she decided she needed to look elsewhere. So she turned her horses back into cats and headed into the mountains, to the cave that leads to the dark lands where the dwarfs reside. She would continue her search there.
End of Part One.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love and Thor's protection !