Freyja and I stand arm in arm, while we quietly wait for the valet to arrive with my car. When he does, I open the passenger door and help her into her seat.

"Is this the BMW M6? Oh my, you certainly know how to treat a lady." she says with energetic excitement. I smile at her while she runs her hands down the smooth contoured lines of the dash. I start the car and the top immediately begins retracting into it's hidden compartment. Freyja's eyes light up as I put it into gear and the vehicle speeds off onto the open road.

The acceleration is quick and I can tell that Freyja is excited with the anticipation. With a few quick hand movements she lets her hair down and her free flowing locks of spun gold dance in the airy wake of the car's acceleration.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks.
"Where a Vanir queen should properly be." I tell her. She smiles back at me.
"That could only be the forested hills of Vanaheim or it's equal." she says as she puts her hand on my thigh. "I am afraid that I have not seen that equal here in Asgard."
"Then I will take you as close to Vana as I can." I smile.

Silence takes over as we follow the ever winding road up along the coast. To the west, we see the white ships of Njord like small stars on a sea of black space that makes up the great Vana bay. The salty smell of the sea air adds to the romantic ambiance of our drive as well as the high pitched hum of automobile perfection. At one point, Freyja rests her head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped tightly around my free arm as she snuggles into my side. I can see why Odin covets her so.For once though, I have something the all father does not have and that is her undivided attention this night. I smile at the prospect of what seems like the perfect evening and it's getting even better.

Soon we are in the alpine tree tops of Asgard's only mountain range. The road is becoming narrower and we are greeted with a series of curves which I navigate at high speed. Finally we make a quick turn around a corner and we come to the familiar dirt road that leads to my hideaway. It is a small chalet on the shores of a pristine mountain lake, hidden from the view of those passing on the road. We park beside a large snowy pine and I help her out of the car. A full moon lights the area with a romantic glow that gives everything a soft blue hue. The hue matches her dress and she glows with the same aura that surrounds this magic wonderland.

We walk up the steps to the full open porch of the chalet. The doors open magically it seems by themselves when we come to the threshold. I take her by the hand and carefully lead her inside the chalet. We enter the great room as it opens up to a full view of the lake and distant mountain range. The moon is large in the sky and takes up a commanding position through the windows and above the lake. The inside of the room glows like the outside. Freyja turns to me and smiles.

"This is beautiful." She says.
"Indeed, it is." I say.

I pull her in close to me and our lips meet for the first time since leaving Valhalla.

I pick her up and begin carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom loft. Her blue eyes stare into mine as if trying to read my thoughts. I don't know if she has succeeded in her endeavor, but then again, there was no secret what our intentions were from the start. I put her gently down and we kiss again.

Her kisses are full of passion and I can feel every beat of her heart as I taste her neck and shoulders. With my hands I reach up behind her neck and unloose the hooks and eyelets of her dress. It falls effortlessly to the floor revealing her perfect immortal beauty. Her hands are at work also, and soon neither of us are burdened by our inhibitions. The two of us and our frailties are revealed to each other for the first time. There are no more secrets between us.

"Vanadis" I utter into her ear. "Your servant awaits."