"𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴,

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵."

Spouse: Maximus Johansen 

Children: Astrid Butterfly

Wand Taste: meat stew

Cheek Marks: red shields

Born into a legacy of fear and ruin, Princess Freya Butterfly came into the world under an ill-fated moon as the firstborn of Queen Hildegard the Doomed and King Percival Silverblood. From the moment of her birth she was a child of war, power, and bloodshed. With striking silver hair, piercing red eyes, and crimson shield-like marks on her cheeks, she carried an otherworldly presence—one that would soon become synonymous with terror and unrelenting strength. As expected for a princess born in the dark ages.

Freya's early years were spent in a court drowning in paranoia. Queen Hildegard, forever haunted by the legacy of her mother Queen Nebula, ruled in fear and isolated herself within the castle walls. She was wary of everyone except her daughter. Freya, as the heir, was expected to be obedient yet from a young age she displayed a violent temper, unmatched combat skills, and a thirst for domination that her naturally nervous mother found unsettling.

While other princesses were raised on etiquette and politics, Freya was raised on blood and steel. Her father King Percival Silverblood, a cold and calculating man, recognized her potential and personally oversaw her military training. Percival had little faith in the traditional ways of Mewman royalty. He saw nobility as weak soft-handed aristocrats who hid behind their crowns while others fought for them. He refused to let his daughter be weak. If she was to survive, if she was to be strong, then she had to learn that the world did not favor those who hesitated.

 While most children were still learning to walk without stumbling, Freya was to train daily with castle knights, practicing footwork, defensive stances and precision strikes. If she tripped, she was expected to stand up without whining. If she failed to block a blow, (surprisingly) her father would help her. By age four, Freya was given her first wooden sword. By the age of six, she wielded a real sword. By age seven, she had already bested knights in single combat. By ten, she could dismantle an opponent with her bare hands. And by twelve, she led her first battle—against a group of rebellious noblemen who had defied her grandmother. 

Freya was brought along on military campaigns. She rode at her father's side witnessing the brutal reality of war firsthand. She saw men cut down like wheat, castles burned to the ground, soldiers dying in agony. Percival did not shield her from any of it. If she gagged at the sight of blood, he made her watch longer. At age thirteen she had her first kill: a soldier who had put an assassination attempt on Freya and her mother. The ripe teenage girl quickly disarmed him and slit his throat with ease. That night, Percival held a party in her honor.

Hildegard on the other hand watched, helpless, as her daughter became something terrifying. A girl who should have been playing in the castle gardens was instead learning how to gut a man with a dagger. A child who should have been learning poetry was instead memorizing the strategies of warlords. She tried to speak against it. "Freya is just a little girl. This is dangerous and innapropriate" she had whispered one night, watching her daughter come home from training, bruised and exhausted.

"She is a future queen," Percival had replied coldly. "And she will not be weak like you." The words cut deeper than any sword. Hildegard knew she had already lost. But to everyone's surprise, Freya was still able to comprehend human emotions. Behind her father's careful gaze, she spent some one-on-one time with Hildegard. The mother and daughter duo would read together and even play pretend on some occasions. Hildegard loved Freya, and Freya loved Hildegard no matter how much brutal training she went through. And that was something not even Percival could stop.

Finally, on Freya's fourteenth birthday, she acquired the royal magic wand. To everyone's horror it transformed into a fiery war axe. The ceremony was over as soon as it had started since no one wanted to stay in the room for long. Her father smiled. Percival had trained Freya in the art of swordplay, strategy, and survival since she could walk, but this? This was his moment of victory. The wand—no, the axe—had recognized what he had known all along: his daughter was a warrior. Percival wasted no time in seizing this new opportunity. Now that Freya's magic had chosen a form as brutal as her upbringing, he set out to reshape her training entirely.

Freya trained with knights and battlemages, learning how to channel destructive spells through her axe (that she dubbed the Crimson Cleaver). With a single swing, she could cleave through shields with pure energy. With a stomp of her foot she could send shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. She mastered every defensive and offensive spell and even created a few of her own including Infernal Maelstorm, Howl of the Silver Wolf, and Chains of Dominion. Now despite his ambition to make her into the ultimate warrior queen, Percival was not a cruel or distant father. He was a stern but deeply attentive man who genuinely believed that Freya's strength was a gift.

Unlike Queen Hildegard, who feared for Freya's soul, Percival was proud of his daughter. But he was also secretly worried. He saw the fire in her red eyes and the way she relished combat.. the aggression that never fully faded. He never doubted her loyalty to the crown, but he began to wonder if she would ever know peace. Freya, in turn, loved and admired her father deeply but she also resented the weight he placed on her shoulders. At times, she wanted to be more than a warrior in his image. She wanted to share moments beyond training, war councils, and battle plans. On rare occasions they rode through the kingdom together or Percival braided her silver hair before a ceremony.

When Queen Hildegard the Doomed passed, Freya ascended the throne without hesitation. Unlike her mother—who had been timid and anxious in rule—Freya was decisive, aggressive, and unafraid to wield her power. She had spent her entire life preparing for war and now with the crown upon her silver head, she wasted no time in reshaping Mewni's military into a true force of conquest and defense. Under past monarchs, Mewni's military had been scattered, undisciplined and overly reliant on noble houses to supply their own troops. This led to inconsistent training, loyalty issues, and a weak central force. 

Freya abolished this fragmented system and created the Iron Legion—a professional, full-time standing army under the direct command of the crown. She implemented mandatory military service for young Mewmans of both genders starting at age 21, ensuring that every citizen had basic combat training. No longer would Mewni rely on noble militias or unpredictable levies. The Iron Legion became the largest, most disciplined military force Mewni had seen in centuries—an army loyal only to the queen.

Freya understood that strength alone was not enough. Her father had taught her the importance of strategy, discipline, and adaptability. To prevent complacency and to refine military minds, she founded the Mewnian War College, a grand institution where commanders, generals, and knights would study the art of war, magical combat, and battlefield tactics. Graduates from the War College became the backbone of Mewni's military elite, feared across the dimensions for their deadly precision and ruthless efficiency.

 Recognizing that magic was as vital as steel, Freya handpicked the most powerful magic-wielders in the kingdom and formed an elite combat unit known as The Battleforged. These warriors combined swordplay with spellcraft, fusing brute force with devastating magical abilities.

Their signature weapons were war axes that Freya herself enchanted with magic much like her own designed to channel and amplify destructive power. Only the most loyal and powerful warriors were granted a place in the Battleforged, and their presence on the battlefield was said to signal imminent victory or complete annihilation. While Freya was a conqueror at heart she understood the necessity of defense. She reinforced the kingdom's borders by constructing massive stone fortresses along strategic locations, ensuring that Mewni could withstand sieges, invasions, and rebellions. These included the Black Citadel, the Bloodwall, and the Queen's Gate.

As Freya's rule became more absolute, her younger sister Princess Mala began to feel more and more trapped within the walls of the palace. In her heart she believed that Freya would eventually see her as a threat, an obstacle to her absolute power and that the only way to survive would be to eliminate her older sister. Mala's paranoia grew, and as much as she loved her family the fear of being swept aside by Freya's ambitions took over her rational mind. One fateful night, Mala made a decision that would change the course of their lives forever. Consumed by fear and desperation, she tried to kill Freya, believing that by ending her sister's life, she would be able to claim her place in the kingdom as a more peaceful queen—a ruler who didn't need to be feared, one who could rule with compassion and kindness, just as their mother had. 

Armed with a dagger enchanted with dark magic, Mala snuck into Freya's chambers under the cover of night where she intended to strike quickly and silently. But Freya wasn't unprepared. Despite her aggressive and war-driven persona, Freya's sharp senses and intuition had been honed through years of combat and training. She had always kept an eye on her younger sister's behavior, sensing Mala's increasing distress and fear. Freya disarmed her sister before she could even strike. For her crimes, Mala was stripped of her Princess Regent title and turned into a chambermaid. At age 31 Freya met and married Prince Maximus Johansen of the Johansen family (a Royal family of barbarians also known for their war tactics). The couple got along very well and bonded over military training. 

Freya gave birth to one baby girl with light blue hair, bright blue eyes, and blue triangles with vertical lines on her cheeks. The new princess was named Astrid. Freya lived for another 23 years before dying of sepsis from an infected battle wound at age 46. She was given a grand warrior ceremony and Maximum later died under similar circumstances.