Freida and Freya touched palms before parting east and west. The twins had been inseparable since birth but the rites of royalty demanded they forge separate communities. Even so, they wished their bond to remain strong over distance and time. Praying to Ganesha, their request was answered by violent sounds of waves crashing at sea and the rumble of earth quaking atop mountains. Both elements then merged into a whirlwind which erupted between them before dissipating. The message was clear. They were to separate and unite the lands.
Little Jane walked the run of the fence. Its metallic rails felt like prison bars that forbade insight. “Mommy, Mommy. What lies on the other side?” she asked with one-hand tugging and the other pointing.
“A very bad man” replied her mother with a terse tone.
They came to a stop and Jane heard another voice.
“Can I see her?”
“Not until you pay for your crimes.”
“Please Maryanne, just this once. I’m running out of time.”
Jane heard papers rustling followed by an almost silent weeping. Years later, she would learn that her father died both poor and blind.