Silence filled the room as a young girl walked forward from the rear ranks of her family. Like Kristoffer, Astrid was a child roughly the age of five. The Princess of the Kalmar Union was practically a living doll with porcelain skin, a heart-shaped face, a button nose, and wide ice-blue irises. Her platinum blonde hair was long in the back, while still having two distinctive pigtails tied together with ribbons.
Despite her doll-like appearance, Astrid was anything but stoic, and was quite shy as she stumbled forward and attempted a curtsey. Her pale white cheeks were flushed red, while her eyes stared straight at the floor, too embarrassed to gaze upon the appearance of her fiance. She stuttered as she struggled to introduce herself in the grace befitting a princess.
"I... It... i..is my honor to meet you... esteemed prince of Germany... I.. I am Astrid, your fiancee..."
