Freya continued to smile at him. "Yeah, my mom was crazy about Norse history. One of my sisters was named Astrid and it just gets worse from there." She liked her name though she identified more with her first name than she did her last name.

As they stand there her eyes remain on his, her gaze steady and open. There were few topics that Freya would clam up about and she kept those topics firmly in her past. When he starts tossing the ball her eyes stray from his face and watch as the ball rises and falls. It took her a few seconds to look over at him again.

"Bucky?" That was an odd name. "Is that short for something or would we have to shorten it to Buck. Buckeroo..." She looked over at him and waved a hand. "Ah, I'll stop." Freya didn't want to piss off someone she'd just met. "Now that introductions are out of the way..."