<a class="postlink" href="http://media.photobucket.com/user/GrandAbby/media/piratelasscopy1.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l489/GrandAbby/piratelasscopy1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Freya<br/>Norse demi-goddess of winter<br/>Age legally known to be 23<br/><br/>Freya, informally know as Fey, was probably the biggest ice queen amongst her coworkers. She worked at the Art Studio 9, it was a small department in fashion, but she was half interested in it. It was just a job, a job that made her draw a lot. She was not particular in the fine arts but her small body frame and reclusive attitude didn't exactly make her fit anywhere else. That's what her high school teacher and college professors said at least, but she wasn't bothered by it. It was somewhere and better than no where.<br/><br/>Freya was pretty, tall, and dressed simply. She had a tendency to visit the park near her work every day for lunch, but she had to take at least ten minutes to get to it. That's why none of her coworkers ever could find her.<br/><br/>It was another passive day, loud and bright. The opposite of what she enjoyed and she could hear her foster mother telling her not to pick at her days and just be happy. Honestly she could think of any reason to be happy. She felt like a black sheep and completely out of her environment.<br/><br/>She sat down at a bench on the park and started to pull out her lunch as Miki, a stay cat she named, jumped up beside her. " Back again, huh?" She asked, smiling then, "I have turkey today for lunch. Want some?" She asked, tearing off a piece as she watched him snatch it from her hand and hop off the bench to eat it on the ground. "Starving today?" She giggled to her self.