She was. She was patient and loved me so much, even when I was being a brat. [Ivar could admit he hadn't been the easiest child to raise, but then, Aslaug had her part in forming him as well by spoiling him, giving him whatever he wanted as a child.] And she was very beautiful and graceful, even when she was older. You could tell she was a queen just by looking at her. [He missed her so much. Ivar wondered sometimes if she'd still be alive if he had remained at home. Maybe Lagertha would have killed them both. But he knows he would have died first before ever letting his mother come to harm.]

Almost. [He examined the hair with a critical eye.] Hmmmm, it's missing something... Wait here. [He went back down the elevator and outside. Looking for something, he found a patch of lilac-colored late blooming fall flowers. He cut off a sprig of them with a knife and went back up to Rey's floor. He wheeled himself back over to her, securing the flowers in her hair with a few bobby pins.] Alright. Now you can look.