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Y/n thought she would always hate Freya for kidnapping her when she was barely a teen. Hated that she was taught to kill when she hated the way the knife felt in her hands. She never wanted that, and if she could, she would've ran away from the palace without fear that she would've gotten caught.

However, she never thought the queen herself would break her own rule, with Y/n following behind.

Freya knew Y/n disliked her, but, when made to fight, she was perfect. She showed grace and skill that somehow none of the other huntsmen had. Which brought a funny feeling to Freya's stomach. Though, the queen ignored it, and simply watched the young woman from afar.

But, Freya kept coming back. For some reason, the two ladies were always around each other, and the queen had found a new partner in chess. A game Y/n had never played, but easily rose to the top.

The night it had changed, the moon was high in the sky, shinning down on the castle. Y/n stood by the window, looking down at the training area, a glass of wine on her hands. Freya has just finished refilling her own glass and made her way to stand behind Y/n, eyes tracing down her neck, absentmindedly licking her lips.

Freya stepped to the side, peeking out the window to see what Y/n was looking at. She couldn't see anything at first, but saw a snow owl pick something up from the ground, then took it over to the tree where it's mate took the small branch and weaved it inside the nest.

"Do you love someone?" Y/n's head snapped towards her queen, wondering if this was simply a test.

"You told us love made us weak."

"That is not answering my question."

"By answering the question, will I be punished?" Y/n asks, looking up at Freya.

"No." Though it's proof from her queen, Y/n is still weary, but sighs and nods.

"I do. She's incredible, but has lost much. She doesn't believe in love herself." That makes the queen stop.

"I thought these feeling were wrong of me to have. After all the rules and the harshness that I've put everyone through."

"We're still your sons and daughters."

"No, not you, never you. You were always meant to be more for me. You've melted my icy heart." A small smile comes to Y/n's lips, but a yawn takes over, changing the mood. "Come, lets sleep and in the morning, we'll talk." Y/n nods, letting the queen lead her to bed, hoping Freya won't forget about what they talked about.

Isn't really good, sorry...