Summary: Another ship full of slaves. Or was it? Queen Aslaug was up all night, visions plaguing her. Visions of a she-wolf beside her Ivar.
It was the sudden calm over the water. The winds had died down. Animals grew quiet and cowered in their stalls. Not really anyone else noticed, most too consumed with their jobs. She noticed. She read the signs of a storm.
Sure enough, black clouds crept towards Kattegat in the eve. The queen watched the approaching tempest sullenly. There was nothing ordinary about this disturbance. Thunder cracked like Thor hammering his way through the clouds.
Something was coming. Aslaug knew.
That night she had visions of azure eyes staring down at her.