Freya's POV
The Escape Trip
The jet touches down with a slight jolt, the wheels grinding against the icy runway before finally coming to a stop. I glance out the window, and the landscape of Greenland stretches out before me. Snow falls gently from the sky, glittering under the bright sunlight that reflects off the vast frozen expanse. It’s beautiful, almost dreamlike, but the biting cold creeping through the window quickly reminds me of the reality we’ve landed in.
Three black wagons wait for us, their hulking forms parked in the snow, engines humming quietly. Standing beside one of them are Levina and Thorstein, their silhouettes framed by the crisp white surroundings. As soon as I spot them, my heart skips a beat. They look even more striking than I remember as if the sun itself dec
