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Freya laughed at her older brother's humor. He might be really, really old fashioned compared to those in her world, but he was quite funny when he wanted to be. She shrugged, smiling a bit. "Well, brother, I must be honest. I'll try my best to convince my mother, but there are no guarantees." She paused, then thought for a bit. After a moment, she added, "However, I do believe I might be able to sway her opinion. Odinsleep sounds like fun. I can tell I'd enjoy myself." Freya smiled again and looked out once more over the glorious golden realm of the Asgardians. It was breathtaking, although she'd seen the scape countless times. Ripping her gaze away, she turned back to Braego. "I believe the 'mortals' are awaiting our arrival, brother. It seems most urgent, too. We probably shouldn't keep them waiting much longer."