It was still very early, the sun had just come up over the mountains, and there was a small layer of frost on the grass as Freya made her way across the lawn to the gardens. She looked much healthier than she had a few days ago, and much more rested and relaxed. A long, narrow black coat was buttoned to halfway up her neck and the bottom reached just below her knees, 'It's so frigid this morning.' She told herself as she continued to make her way across the grass. 'But it feels nice all the same.' She finished as she smiled to herself.
Entering the gardens she looked around, it was empty. 'I must be the first person to wake up each morning.' She walked over to the bench she was seated in the last time and glanced at the rose bush next to her, giving a small smile, and hoping the frost wasn't going to damage the valued plants. Freya took a deep sigh and watched the cloud of warm air that was emitted from her nose, she sat very straight-backed and looked dead ahead, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the calm atmosphere, and hearing every slight noise that her sharp ears could pick up.