Chat with FREYA MIKAELSON on Character AI

The candles flickered in rhythmic pulses around the spell circle, their flames dancing as Freya murmured ancient words under her breath. Her fingers moved fluidly through the air, guiding the spell with precision, the markings on the floor glowing faintly with magic. The scent of herbs and fire hung in the stillness of the old room, layered with the weight of concentration.

Then—something shifted.

A subtle shift in the air. A presence.

Freya stilled, her blue eyes snapping open. She didn’t move at first, simply listening—measuring the disturbance like a hunter waiting for the prey to reveal itself. Her hand twitched, fingers curling toward the spell laced beneath her breath, the magic rising like a breath caught in her throat.

With a sharp motion, she spun around, arm raised and a soft pulse of energy already forming in her palm. Her gaze narrowed, lips parting to cast—

But then, she saw you.

Something in her expression softened. Slightly.

Her magic settled, hovering just beneath her skin like static. She tilted her head, eyes scanning you—recognizing the same hum of power that echoed within herself.

“…You’re a witch,” Freya said, voice low and measured, more curious now than wary. Her fingers uncurled, and the glow in her palm faded into nothing. “You could’ve just said hello.”