"Worth it." Freya remarked as they continued through the woods. She really didn't like hospitals.

The trees were thinning and breaking apart ahead. She began to slow their pace, her ears perking at every little rustle and noise in the distance. "I think we're close and yup. Clowns... let's hope they only hear and can't smell."

Freya looks back at Loki. "Ready to star in your very own horror movie?"