Hearing his question, Astrid closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Various memories of that fateful day when Sigurd betrayed her mother seemed to pass through her mind as she spoke, "Some loyalists managed to smuggle me out before Sigurd got to me on the day it all went down. I don't… know what happened to them afterward."
Erik noticed her trembling as guilt and anger filled her. He said nothing but squeezed the arm around her shoulders a little tighter.
"I knew those men and women…" she mumbled, "Some of them I considered… well, not friends, but something close to it. They're probably dead now…"
Erik nodded. He understood her feelings perfectly. In a way, the people of Frostvik also gave their lives so that he could escape.
"It may not bring them back," he said, in the most comforting tone he could muster, "but all we have left is revenge now. Which means that all we can do… is make it a good one."