Ravenna smiled to herself as the task was completed: the threat was far from prophesized. Walking out of the room, she put a neutral face when she saw her little sister frantically approaching the chambers. "Freya, don't-", the eldest sibling began to tell her, but Freya didn't stop, bumping her shoulder as she ran past her sister and into the chambers. 

With the smoke coming from the crib, not only was the daughter gone, but the fiancé before her. He looked confused as he looked around, as if not knowing how he got there. Seeing his lover enter the room, he tried to keep himself composed. "I had no choice", he only spoke, in order to explain himself. "I had no choice, Freya"