With Fiera being an elemental of fire, Baba had expected perhaps a wilderness of sulfur, volcanic rocks, and ash, not a barren landscape of nothing but arctic blue ice, howling winds, and dark gray skies.“Holy sheeeet, it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra.” She hugged her arms to her chest, grateful for Freyr’s forethought in crafting her a gown that actually trapped her body heat close to her shivering flesh.Freyr chuckled. “I could test that theory out for you if you’d like.”“Oh, shut up.” She grinned, relieved almost beyond imagining that whatever mood had struck him back in their realm, he’d seemed to move beyond it.The dress. She loved it. Baba was not now and never had been a girly girl. Pragmatic to the core, she did not care about such trivial pursuits such as vying for a man’s attention. She knew she was beautiful in maiden form. It went without saying. It’d never been much of an issue for her before.But suddenly, the thought of Freyr ever seeing her in crone form made her break out in beads of sweat.
