Kaelva Bjornsdottir
"Fight with Your Heart, Little Bear"
“Kaelva Bjornsdottir lived a life forged in iron and blood. From the moment she first lifted an axe, she fought not for fame or riches, but for her people—her fellow villagers, her friends, and… her family.
She is more than the axes she wields. Her heart—the fire of her very soul—inspires others to stand beside her, all for a singular purpose—defending those she loves.
With her ascension, the Valkyries gain far more than a warrior—they gain a sister, as if they shared the same blood.”
— Freyja, Goddess of Love and War
Ready to follow Kaelva’s trail of cinders across the realms?
"What does your mother always say?"
Excerpt from Chapter 1 of THE VALKYRIES
She swung her axes with reckless abandon as her brow glistened with sweat. She heaved for air, barking in frustration as her swing landed off-center.
“Easy there, Kaelva,” an amused voice soothed from behind. Leaning against a tree, her father observed her movements with a smile as warm as the red mane framing his face.
She scowled, yanking her weapon free. “Papa, how do you make this look so easy?” she asked, wiping the sweat from her face.
Bjorn stepped casually toward her. “Mastery doesn’t come overnight, Little Bear—it takes time and patience.”
“Which you’re learning so well!” Liv, her mother, cheered from the clearing’s edge, her silver-streaked black hair gleaming in the summer sun. “Soon, you will challenge the God of Thunder himself!”
Kaelva huffed a quiet laugh, grinning as her mother’s praise eased her irritation. “Thor? I’d fight Jotnar by his side any day! His strength and bravery is unmatched!”
“And though you burn with both,” Bjorn said, winking with a mischievous grin, “I’d say a bit of Loki lurks in you too!”
Kaelva gasped in mock offense, playfully shoving him. “Me? Loki!? I don’t run around causing mischief—I meet my foes face-to-face!
Bjorn laughed heartily, clapping her on the shoulder. “Oh! So Loki amounts to nothing more than mischief?”
Kaelva crossed her arms, exaggerating an air of wisdom. “He’s chaotic. What good does that do?”
“Well said, Little Bear! Loki sure is unpredictable.” He gestured toward the dummy. “But tell me—how would you describe our fighting style, wielding an axe in each hand?”
Kaelva hesitated, her brows furrowing. “It’s… different?”
“Would you call it… unpredictable? Maybe… chaotic?”
She reluctantly nodded.
Bjorn gently guided Kaelva away from the dummy, taking up her axes. “With each hand, we strike unpredictably, sowing chaos among our enemies—like Loki.” His grip tightened as he readied his stance. “But then, we strike with the power of Thor.”
Bjorn unleashed a flurry of movement—each swing precise, every motion calculated. Kaelva watched, awestruck, as his blades blurred together. His hands quickened until they abruptly ended with two deadly blows—one buried in the dummy’s face, the other in its chest.
His breathing calm, he faced his daughter with a stern gaze. “A wildfire can protect or destroy. It can clear the way for renewal, or devour everything in its wake. You choose.”
Kaelva stared at her axes. “But, how do you choose?”
Bjorn chuckled, nodding toward his wife. “What does your mother always say?”
Kaelva rolled her eyes, echoing her lesson with mock exasperation. “You fight with your heart.”
Liv’s warm laughter melted Kaelva’s teenage defiance. “Exactly! Your strength,” she said, tapping her chest, “resides here. Never forget that.”
“Yes, Mama,” she said, bowing her head, hiding her smile.
Bjorn pulled the axes free, returning them to Kaelva. “Good—now, try again.”
“You’ve got it this time!” Liv encouraged, as Kaelva steadied her breathing, coiling her body to strike.
Fight with your heart.
The battle is about to begin…
Inspiration for Kaelva
Kaelva blazed the trail for The Valkyries—the first of the trio to fully step forward, and already with an axe in each hand!
Drawing inspiration from X-Men‘s Wolverine and the Doomslayer from Doom, Kaelva carves a path across the battlefield like a storm unleashed. But she is more than the axes she wields. Beneath the untamable fury and lighthearted bravado rests a heart fiercely committed to protecting those she loves.
Her name, Kaelva, reflects that inner struggle: “Kae” for the chaos simmering just beneath the surface, “-va” for the softer side she rarely shows the world. Her surname, “Bjornsdottir” (daughter of Bjorn) follows old naming traditions while honoring her father—a symbol of strength, sacrifice, and the peril of losing oneself.
Red hair and green eyes—a rare combination, but one fitting Kaelva perfectly. Her hair mirrors her defiance in the face of danger, burning with instinct and rebellion. And her eyes—often tied to envy, mysticism, or danger in myth—shine bright with a fierce loyalty and passion to protect her sisters-in-arms.
With Astrid and Freyna at her side, they help temper the fire within.
But a wildfire can protect or destroy.
Can Kaelva’s fire outmatch the flames consuming their sisterhood from within?
Meet the Sisters Who Help temper kaelva's Fire
The first step takes courage.
Born to Sigurd and Eira in Havnsverd, Astrid learns at an early age the price of justice and unity.
As the strategist of the Valkyries, Astrid leads her sisters in the defense of the realms.
You can do more than you know.
Freyna of Halsund, daughter of Runar and Gunhild, lived a life of conflicting paths—healing and warfare.
A protector first and foremost, Freyna’s unwavering compassion grounds the sisters at her side.
Curious which Valkyrie most reflects you?
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