The virgin mother answers to no lord’s rule. She is for the seed. Hunger for such power has cost many seekers dressed like gods, none knowing the virgin’s pure desire. Any claim made by force or deceit eventually destroys itself. “It was the fair Frojenborg, she was so upset her blood burst from each of her fingers and ran down into the ground.”
‘False Gold’, opening verse of Freyja’s Promise, with end quote from Britt-Mari Näsström’s translation of Torvisan in Freyja: the Great Goddess of the North
some things are foolish to speak...
the soul is a work in progress