Ravenna did not expect such change upon her sister, and neither did she expect to see her in such a state. In astonishment, she watched as Freya somehow froze her lover head to toe, before it tipped over, shattering. Noticing her beginning to collapse, Ravenna dove down as she let her sister fall into her arms, unconscious. Realizing that this was an outcome, Ravenna didn't say a word, only to gaze in shock and realization. 

[i]Consumed by grief and anger, Freya left her sister to seek a kingdom of her own in the land, far to the north. There, the people would come to fear her very name.[/i]

Meanwhile, in the peaceful realm of Alfheim, the light elves had their society ethereal and bright, with the lights on the trees lighting the twilight of their kingdom. A young boy, possibly at twelve years old, stood in the training area of the kingdom, where archers and sword-dwellers went to advance their combat skills. Staring at the target in the distance of him, a few yards from where he stood, he had his eyes slightly narrowed as if it was a prey meant to be caught. Holding the bow and arrow in his hand, he lifted the weapon and tried to aim it carefully to the target before him. Taking a few deep breaths for calmness, he allowed the arrow to fly.