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He did not remember her.

The thought sunk into her, spreading like ice. Hackles raised, teeth bared, he watched her without recognition. Immediately she gave him more breadth, finally coming around to face him head to head. Ragna looked into his eyes and saw only confusion there.

The name he gave perplexed her, for she could think of no reason to change one's name. She could not imagine doing so. She had been named for her father, whom she held in high esteem. Not for his actions, which were questionable, but for what he represented to her. Kjallar, she repeated, dumbfounded. It seemed haughty, to her, to name oneself after a god. After the Allfather no less!

I will still call you Jorunn, Ragna stated, the decision now set in stone. I am you sister. Do you truly not remember me? She was hurt, yes, but moreso she was angry with him. Her few memories of her family were vague, but she cherished them, each a treasure to her.