It is said she was born of the line of Nossa of the Vanir. She does not know if it is true. Her mother disappeared one evening as the fog rolled in, her Rune bag all that was left between sand and nothingness.

Along Iron Walls, it is said that when the winds rage, the runes can be heard tumbling into a heap on the shore.
friha had been raised in a small settlement near the Walls, her family one that took in the girlchild. She was quiet, her hair always light blond streaked with the silver that matched her mothers, her hands busy with work until the wee ahn.

Several times she had been found at night, in her kirtle, standing in the fog, the winds screaming about her, and as they woke her, she would cry out and fall into the sand, unable to tell of what she had seen, what she felt, and each time, the winds stopped and the Thassa no longer roared.

Not much else is known about her, other than she could work, read and write, although it is said Thors hammer beats in her chest, and they are inseparable.