The Frostians

Chapter 21

“Mimir,” Alysandra began, her voice a soft whisper, almost lost amidst the echoes of the sparring warriors. “There was a moment between Kristian and me, something I’ve not been able to shake. It was after our encounter with the dark elves in Alfheim, a moment of intimacy that felt so profound. I want to share it with you.”

Mimir turned to her, his eyes glimmering with interest. “Speak, dear Alysandra. Moments of intimacy are often the most revealing of our true selves.”

Alysandra took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “After our battle, when Kristian returned to me, I could see the turmoil within him. It was as if he was caught between two worlds—the past he was bound to and the present he wanted to embrace with me. I reached for him, wanting to bridge that gap, to reassure him that he wasn’t alone in this.”

Mimir nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“In that moment,” she continued, her cheeks flushing with memory, “the connection we shared transcended words. He pulled me close, and it felt like everything around us faded away. We were lost in each other, the warmth of his embrace making me forget the battles we had fought. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, where I could feel his heartbeat against mine, a rhythm that mirrored the chaos within him.”

“What did you do next?” Mimir asked, his voice steady, guiding her through the memory.

Alysandra smiled, a mix of fondness and longing in her expression. “I kissed him. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise—a vow that we would face whatever came next together. It was as if our souls intertwined, weaving a bond that felt both fragile and unbreakable. I could feel his fears melting away, if only for that brief moment.”

Mimir’s gaze softened, understanding the significance of her words. “Intimacy can be a powerful healer. It can mend wounds that time cannot touch. But tell me, how did it affect your bond with him?”

Alysandra’s brow furrowed as she reflected. “It deepened our connection, but I also sensed the shadows lingering within him. I could feel the weight of his memories, particularly of Ella. Even in that moment of closeness, I worried that he might still be haunted by the past.”

Mimir placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It is natural to feel that way. Love often requires us to navigate through the complexities of our partners' histories. But remember, Alysandra, what you share with Kristian is unique. Your intimacy is not a competition with the past; it is a new chapter written with the ink of your shared experiences.”

Alysandra nodded, absorbing Mimir’s wisdom. “I want to help him heal, to show him that he can move forward without leaving the past behind. I want him to see that love can exist in many forms, that my heart is open to him, fully and completely.”

“Then be that light for him,” Mimir encouraged. “Continue to support him, to remind him of the present you are forging together. Let your bond flourish in the face of adversity.”

As they spoke, the sounds of clashing steel grew louder, pulling Alysandra’s focus momentarily away from her thoughts. She looked up to see Kristian and Tyr, their forms illuminated by the warm glow of the setting sun. Kristian’s movements were powerful yet graceful, each strike echoing the strength and determination that pulsed through him.

A surge of admiration washed over Alysandra. “I believe in him, Mimir. I believe in us. I will stand beside him, not just as a partner in battle, but as someone who understands the depths of his soul.”

Mimir smiled, his ancient eyes sparkling with pride. “And in that belief lies your strength. Love is a journey, one that requires patience and understanding. You are already walking that path with him.”