Freya looked at her lover, feeling her heart shatter, her body not wanting to cooperate, her eyes water with sorrow, fear, hatred. She could not believe what she was seeing, her body shaking, growing cold. Why?...How could he?....His own flesh and blood....his child....her love...Ravenna was right. He had done the one thing Freya did not expect of him. 

"NOOOOOooooooo!!!" Was all that was able to say, able to shout. Ignoring everything about her, feeling only the negative emotions and the cold that she felt now surround her. Her hair turned from a golden blonde to being as white as snow, her skin now pale like the coldest winter, her eyes as blue as the ice. As this change happened, a row of spiked ice rushed toward the Duke and covered him from toe to head to where he was hardly recognizable. But with so much force also sent the ice figure toppling over, smashing into thousands of piece, a Duke no longer where he once stood. Freya lost within her sorrow and rage, collapsed from the sudden change.