And now - our little Frida. Her and Gyda; her and the two lost brothers she'd never met, and technically should be aware of the existence of, but who still haunt the narrative.
Her and Gyda I could talk about without a break. They are opposites of each other yet still they are so alike. They are not brothers like all mentioned above, they are sisters. Frida admires the calmness Gyda always has embodied and Gyda admires Frida's fierceness. They look up to each other, they’re jealous, they want to be each other, but on the other hand they are simply glad they have one another. Because there's no way Frida could find the exact needed words, without saying too much like Gyda can. And Gyda could never be angry in the precisely measured way, to make someone appropriately reflect like Frida can. They know they are not made to be that way - not how the other perfectly is.
But there's still one more. What about Thyri? The first born daughter of Haraldson, the one and only elder sister of Frida? The sister she didn't choose, but the one she has, still? The one almost not spoken of, but the one that has to live in the shadow of her dead brothers and lost sister, who her parents cannot stop giving?
Well more on that in the next chapters.
(Ps. Yes I am thinking about all of this instead of doing school assignments :3)