ooc: well, since the site is down temporarily, we can use this instead.
Leaving Hel to her own devices for until it was time to go, Baldur returned to his room. He blinked, eyeing Nanna as she sat at the fire.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Baldur?" she asked, looking over at him with a slight worry.
"Of course. Haven't we talked about this for months?" Baldur replied, going over to his closet to see if he could find something suitable to wear.
"I know but...what do you think he'll do?" Nanna asked worriedly.
"Who? Odin?" Baldur turned his head to look at his wife.
"No. Forseti." Nanna looked back at him, tears in her eyes. "Will he hate us?"
Baldur sighed, thinking of their son they had together. "I think he will be upset, of course. What child wouldn't be? But he's a smart lad; he'll realize that what we're doing is right. He isn't the god of justice for nothing, after all."
"I hope you're right, Baldur. I hope you're right." Nanna gazed into the fire while he dressed. Time would tell and she only hoped that he was right.