Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

The effects were not immediate, rather they were only a warmth burning in her chest and making her lightheaded as she marked the borders. And yet, only moments after the Viking stumbled aside of her path, world spinning around her.

When she raised her head, Lagertha drew to a halt as her hazy eyes landed on her Mum no more than five feet away. She looked exactly as Lagertha had left her, deep grey pelt as dark as rainclouds and her green eyes full of a serene bearing that Lagertha had never been able to master. 

"Nay, ya not here," Lagertha whispered, somewhere in her drug addled mind knowing that her mother could not be here, did not belong here. She was Dronning of the Sea Klan, not a member of Blackrock.

"Du er et spøkelse. Du er ikke ekte," Lagertha slipped into her native tongue tearfully, and as she stepped forward her mother disappeared.