The Local Bachelors
When I blinked my mortal eyes at the ceiling, its beams blurring into a distorted taupe, I heard a soft gasp to my right. I pushed myself onto my elbows and turned to look at Freia, who sat upon a stool at my bedside, her verdant eyes round. “Oh Swanie, thank goodness you’re back,” she exclaimed, pressing her hands together. “Your ice began to melt not long ago. I feared something terrible had happened.”
“What?” I put a hand to my forehead, trying to stop my thoughts from racing after learning such an odd collection of information. I realized that my hair was still damp, and when I looked down at the blanket beneath me, I saw the dark remnants of a puddle surrounding my body.
“It seemed to freeze up again before you returned,” Freia clarified, her soft hand reaching
