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Freya stared at Pastor Evan, who was standing in front of her, blocking her from the exit. She narrowed her eyes, trying to think of a reasonable explanation to answer his response.

I will not let you go. This is not something that you will get involved in...

Freya searched for the right words, determination in her voice as she replied, "You may not want me to go, but I will anyways. You can't stop me. I have to do this." She pleaded again, watching him narrow his eyes as he ran a hand through his auburn colored hair.

"What if you get hurt?"

"You can't rely on questions like that. You have to give me a chance!"

Pastor Evan stepped aside, looking down at the ground as he began walking past her. Freya, confused, turned and watched him walk back to the aisle he had been in. He walked down a few seats and sat down, sighing and letting the sound echo around the empty building.

"Go. I can't stop you. I won't turn you in or let anyone know that you were here. I won't ask how your going to do it, your going to have to figure that out yourself. I don't even know why you came." He replied finally, opening the Bible in his hands as he flipped through it. Freya swallowed, walking over and standing outside the aisle.

"Thank you." She replied softly. He just nodded.

"Could you...watch the animals...while i'm away? And maybe keep an eye on the house?" She asked, feeling as if she was being selfish as she asked him to care for her home while she risked her life to get someone to theirs.

Evan nodded, turning to face her one last time. "I can. Don't worry about it. Just hurry up and get back home. I'll be praying for you. Good luck." He replied quietly. Freya nodded, turning away and then exiting the room. She opened the doors and closed them behind her, greeted with sunlight as she noticed the sun was in the sky.

She felt horrible that she had to just leave and she understood why Pastor Evan wouldn't want her to go, but she knew that she had to help Axel get home safely. Freya kept her head down as people walked passed her. She untied the reins from the post and then she climbed onto the horse, looking at the church one last time before riding away. She ran at an easy pace, following the trail that would eventually lead to Roger's house. She thought about what Pastor Evan had said. He didn't want to have to hold a funeral for her. Freya blinked, ducking under a low tree branch as her and the horse entered the woods, the sunshine disappearing as it was replaced by shade and shadows. What if Freya didn't make it out of this alive? She shoved the thought away and focused on whether the boys would be awake and find out that she wasn't there.

Freya pictured Roger, with that stupid smirk on his face as he teased or made fun of Freya or Axel. Freya knew that even though she still didn't exactly enjoy his presence, she owed him a lot. For keeping her secret safe and for saving her and Axel. She would have to repay him somehow. She found the edge of her lips tilting upward as she picture Axel. The friendship had only grown throughout the last few days as they had been through the events that had occurred. He was a good person. Freya knew that Roger and Axel didn't exactly get along perfectly, but so far everything had been good. She continued through the woods, slowing down as the woods around her thickened and they began traveling uphill.

Axel was probably the sweetest young man that Freya had ever met. She hadn't spent much time around men and Roger was the only guy that she really knew. But he was rude. At least, the side that he showed her. Axel was very different from Roger, not just by physical looks and attributes but personality. Axel was sweet and funny and gentle, but also protective and curious. Roger was proud and competitive and arrogant, but sometimes he could be helpful. They were the only two young men that she really knew. Most of the other men had enlisted. Being homeschooled most of her life, she hadn't really had the chance to meet many people.

She didn't have any close girl friends that she could hang out with. There wasn't a school in her town so many of the other people her age were homeschooled. And some of the girls that she had met at church or in the local shops, they were different. They didn't live on farms and they were wealthier. Freya had decided that she should only focus on the farm. When she was younger, Roger was the only kid she had to play with. And even then, she didn't play with him often. It was only because their fathers had known each other.

She grew closer to the house, trotting over to the gate that she had left open. She walked through it, then hopped down and shut it. It was a chain link fence and she was careful when she closed it because some of the chains were sticking out. She guided the horse back over to the stalls, untying the bag from the saddle as she closed the stall door, stepping out. She turned around, the bag in her arms as she began walking up the grassy yard toward the house. Roger had built this? It was amazing. The wood was all in order, not one piece sticking gout. The windows were even and alined and the porch was made from birch wood, adding a lighter color to the darker wood that made up the rest of the house.

The door opened before she had the chance to open it herself. She looked up at an angry Roger, who stared down at her with angry hazel eyes. Freya sighed when he didn't move, pushing past him as she placed the bag down on the kitchen table. She heard him inhale angrily as he followed, the sound of the door clicking shut following it. Freya looked over toward the couch, seeing a concerned Axel as he sat up on the couch, staring at her with worry in those fascinating emerald orbs.

"Freya, where were you?" Roger asked, his voice low and husky as he towered over her, looking down at her. She noticed the angry tone and she stepped back.

"I needed to grab a few things at my house, I'm fine." She replied softly, hoping he would chill and just relax about it. Did he, just like her grandparents, also need her to inform him whenever she wanted to go out?

Roger blinked, his eyes not losing contact with hers. "You could have gotten caught by a soldier." He shook his head, turning to lean against the counter. He pointed at Axel. "He was worried."

Axel whispered, loud enough for both of them to hear, "You too."

Freya tilted her head and looked Roger in the eyes. "I'm here now, aren't I? I didn't get caught. I'm okay." She kept her voice low as she tried to avoid an argument, her shoulders laid back as she face him, her eyes narrowed.

Roger blinked, turning back toward her, "You could have been! Why can't you just tell me? I would have gone with you! You.." He stopped, realizing that he had raised his voice. Freya stared at him with wide eyes. Axel sat on the sofa, muttering something in German, eyes focused on Roger.

Freya stayed silent, anger bubbling up inside of her as she wondered why he was so upset. She had returned unfollowed and in one piece. Why couldn't he just trust her to be okay by herself?

"Whatever. Nevermind." Roger sighed, a little embarrassed from what Freya could tell. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, his jaw clenched as he stared at the floor. Freya nodded, looking down at the floor as a silence filled the room.

"Look, I was just worried, okay?" He said gruffly, avoiding her gaze.

"That doesn't give you a right to yell or get mad at me."

Roger nodded, looking away as he stared at the door. Freya let out a tiny sigh and turned her head, meeting Axel's eyes as he just tilted his head. He blinked once, then his gaze returned to Roger. Roger turned and completely faced Freya, his eyes pained for an unknown reason.

"I need to talk to you. Can you please step outside with me?"