The Frostians

Chapter 51: Another Journey Begins

**Chapter 51: Asgard’s Plan and the Journey Begins**

Kristian and Alysandra had been traveling for days, the cold air of the north sweeping around them as they approached the familiar village where Alysandra’s father, General Vanis, resided. Nestled between towering mountains and frost-covered trees, the village felt like a sanctuary—a place of peace after all the battles they had faced.

The Frostian soldiers, who had fought so valiantly alongside them in recent conflicts, now stood guard over the village, their watchful eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. Overland, for now, was at peace. But Kristian knew this peace was temporary. Asgard was stirring, and the gods would soon come seeking vengeance for Heimdall’s death.

At his side, Alysandra cradled their newborn son, baby Kaisir. Her gaze was soft as she looked down at their child, a gentle smile playing across her lips. Kristian glanced at them both, his heart swelling with pride and love. Despite the challenges they had faced, this was their reward—a new beginning.

Mimir, the disembodied head of wisdom, hung from a strap on Kristian’s belt, his single eye surveying their surroundings with interest. "I’ll tell you, Kristian, it’s a rare thing to see a warrior like you settle down," Mimir said, his tone playful. "And with a wee one to boot."

Kristian chuckled. "Even warriors need peace, Mimir."

As they crested the hill that overlooked the village, the gates swung open, and there stood General Vanis, his eyes wide with surprise and joy. His usual stern demeanor cracked as he hurried toward them, his heavy boots crunching in the snow.

“Alysandra!” he exclaimed, his voice booming. “You’ve returned, and with a child in your arms no less!”

Alysandra smiled warmly, stepping forward to greet her father. “Yes, father, we’ve returned. And this,” she said, holding up the small bundle in her arms, “is your grandson, Kaisir.”

General Vanis blinked, clearly taken aback. His gaze softened as he looked at the tiny face peeking out from the blankets. “By the gods, he’s beautiful,” the general said, his gruff voice barely a whisper. He reached out to gently touch the infant’s cheek, his weathered hand trembling slightly. “My grandson…”

Kristian stood a step behind, watching the tender exchange. He had known Vanis as a hardened general, a fierce leader who commanded the respect of his men with every word. Seeing him now, overcome with emotion at the sight of his daughter and grandson, was a rare and touching moment.

Mimir, hanging from Kristian’s hip, couldn’t resist making a comment. “Now, isn’t that a sight? The mighty General Vanis reduced to a doting grandfather.”

Vanis glanced at Mimir with an amused smirk. “And you’ve still got that talking head with you, I see.”

“Of course,” Kristian replied with a grin. “Mimir’s wisdom has been invaluable.”

General Vanis chuckled. “I’m sure it has.”

Just then, Tyr, the god of war and law, who had been traveling with them for much of their journey, approached from behind. He had been quiet since they left the battlefield, often keeping to himself. But now, as he neared, he placed a hand on Kristian’s shoulder.

“I must depart,” Tyr said, his voice low but resolute. “There are matters I need to attend to in Asgard. But know this, Kristian—your victory over Heimdall has not gone unnoticed. The Aesir will come. Odin will not let this insult stand.”

Kristian nodded. He had expected as much. “I understand. But Overland is my home now. And I will defend it with everything I have.”

Tyr gave a slight nod, respect in his eyes. “Then we will see each other again. Soon, I suspect.” With that, Tyr turned and walked away, disappearing into the snow-dusted forest without another word.