Try and get Father out.
Ingrid, quickly!
Hurry, Ingrid!
I can't open it.
Keep firing, coward.
When you run out, you will have to face me like a man.
Leave me.
Take Ingrid and go.
Hurry, Ingrid.
- I can't open it! - Leave me.
Put down the bow and I'll let the woman go free.
And I'm supposed to believe you?
He's bad, Freya.
Yes, more than that of the warriors he rules.
Sir?
I'll put the bow down and fight you if you let them both go.
Why should I?
If you had any honor, you would let them go... a sick old man and a woman.
I have honor.
Then let them go!
Put the bow down.
No, don't do it.
What choice have I got?
I'll have to fight him when I run out of arrows anyway.
This way there's a chance that he'll keep his word and let you go.
Win or lose, they go free!
Yes.
When you get a clear shot.
- And if I miss? - Don't.
You're a fool, warrior.
You've stepped down here to die.
I don't fear death. I'm a warrior.
It is part of my trade.
Ha! Your trade. You're barely more than a boy.
If you kill me, then so be it. My comrades will go free.
And my death will eat away at your soul,
even after the flesh has been torn from the corpse you string up.
Coward! You gave me your word.
I gave my word to fight, and I said nothing.
No!
Where did you get this?
Tell me!
It was a gift from... a friend.
Will you keep your word and let my father go?
You tricked me and broke our agreement.
It was me that shot you.
Let Freya and Thorsson leave and I'll stay.
No.
She stays.
Look after him. Sail west with the sun on your face.
I'll come back, Freya.
Your father will bring an army and we'll free you.
I love you.
I'll bring help.
I'll be back, Freya!
I'll be back!
I'll come back for you, Freya! I'll come back!
I'll be back, Freya!
I'll come back for you, Freyal I'll come backl
You should keep the door locked.
It's your cage, you lock it.
Once the door's locked...
it can only be unlocked from the inside.
I recommend you keep it so at night.
It's cold.
I brought you this.
If you'd showed my father such kindness, he would not have got so sick.
I spared your father's life which was all I owed him.
The rest, he brought on himself.
Wait! Wait, what do you want from...
Let me help you with your wound.
Could you stomach it to be so close to me?
I don't believe it.
You're almost healed.
I am a creature of myth and magic.
And the moon gives me strength.
Such wounds are of little importance.
How long have you been here?
Years.
Forever.
I cannot remember.
Did you...
Did you slay all the people who came?
Most.
All the warriors.
The children got sick
and I tried, but I could not help them.
Why do you ask?
Was there someone on board you cared for?
Many.
They were from my village.
But one in particular who said he would come back to me.
He gave this to me.
You recognize it, don't you?
Why? Did you talk with Agnar before he died?
Was he your prisoner for a while?
Please, tell me.
I need to know.
Is he dead?
The warrior Agnar that you knew...
is dead.
Wait! Please!
How do you know about the pendant? Did you talk with Agnar?
Did he remember me?
Yes.
He remembers you.
How could he ever forget?
Hungry?
Do not worry.
You are safe as long as I stay calm and the sun stays in the sky.
And at night?
Stay in the cage, especially when the moon is full.
I've less control.
How did you become like this?
I was cursed by Odin.
It is a dark story.
When I think back on it, my mind grows confused,
not knowing whether I remember as the beast or the man.
Tell me.
Think back whilst you're calm and the sun is shining.
I remember a hunt.
There were many warriors.
And I remember the fear as they tracked me.
Or the beast remembers.
I was tracking the beast.
Things are so blurred.
It was me who cornered Odin's pet,
and I that drove my spear into its heart.
Then, in a fit of rage, Odin's wrath descended on me.
And I blacked out.
When I came to,
I was as you see me now...
forced to wear the skin of the beast I killed
and made to take the place of Odin's monster.
Now as the seasons creep by,
I am becoming more beast and less man
as this accursed skin grows into my flesh.
There must be something we can do to stop this.
Do you think I haven't tried?
There's nothing we can do!
I live by Odin's rules.
I killed the beast, so I became the beast.
Blood washes blood. A soul for a life.
And an innocent heart given to the beast.
What does it mean?
It makes no sense.
I should go now.
Wait!
You said he was dead.
No, I said the beast had him.
Eric was hurt and the others were all dead.
How was I supposed to know the creature would spare him?
I should never have listened to you.
I should have gone back for him.
But you didn't.
Because I trusted your word!
Our king lives.
We should be thankful and not squabble over his sick bed like women.
When the king wakes, he will hear the truth.
If he wakes.
Hey.
Oh. Freya.
We have to help Freya.
Shh, shh, shh. Be still.
All right? You're safe.
Thorsson, how is he?
He's very weak.
He's still unconscious.
We have to go back for Freya.
You're going nowhere.
I'm going back for Freya.
You're gonna get some rest.
Come on.
You're gonna stay here and rest.
Be careful.
I will.
Tomorrow on the morn at tide,
I sail for Gunnere.
I'll free the king's daughter,
or die trying.
My honor has been tainted.
My courage questioned!
It's shown for what it's worth by two of our womenfolk
who brought us back our king.
And I'd as soon
throw myself on my sword
than sit here knowing that when the king wakes
his daughter lies prisoner
and at the mercy of the beast.
Do you call us cowards?
Yes!
Every last one of you!
- I'll have your blood for that! - No!
Eric is right.
We sit, afraid of our own shadows.
I sail with Eric.
As do I!
As do I! As do I! As do I!
I, too, will sail and claim my bride.
And I will kill the beast and hang his carcass from his own gateway.
But from this day on, any man who questions my courage
I will kill.
Stay.
We can talk.
You should have locked your door.
I don't think you would harm me.
Deliberately, no.
Maybe when I'm less in control.
All the same, it would not be wise to put me to the test.
Please stay a while.
You are worried about your father.
Why do you care? You almost killed him.
He's a warrior. I was outnumbered 4-to-1.
It was hardly murder.
Then why keep him prisoner,
disrespect the bodies of those you have killed?
The bodies are just discouragement
to stop the foolhardy from coming and landing on this island.
To help build the myth of the beast.
To keep away the brave.
And my father?
I get lonely.
The time passes, and with every season I grow more beast-like.
The company of others helps to slow the process.
Helps me to fight the curse.
At the cost of their freedom?
It's a choice better than death.
But if Ingrid and my father make it back to my home,
then my father would bring an army to kill you.
Yes, I know.
That's what you want.
The beast in me won't let me destroy myself.
I need others to do it for me.
- Where am I? - Shh.
Lie still. You're home.
- Freya! Where's Freya? - Calm down.
Eric, Olaf and the others have gone for her.
Eric will bring her home.
You must rest, Sire.
Sleep.
Do you think she still lives?
Yes.
This creature, whatever he is, does not kill for fun.
We fled this island last time.
We won't do it again.
I don't think the beast is a match for us all.
Something tells me he knows that.
- Lower the sail! - Lower the sail.
This place needs cleaning.
Are you all right?
Here!
No, here.
- Don't be afraid. I'll get off. - Wait.
I'm not afraid.
Oh, Freya, I'm... I'm confused.
You should run screaming from me.
I know how you would be,
but there is something that not even Odin's curse can change in you.
A gentleness,
an honesty that reminds me of my father,
of Agnar.
I am not afraid of you.
Wait. We must talk to them. They can help you!
Let me help you.
- Ingrid, did she... - She's fine.
Your father's very weak, but he was alive when we left.
Come. We're going home.
No!
We kill the beast, then we leave.
No, Sven, leave, please.
- We're leaving. - No!
We made a pledge to kill this monster once and for all.
He is not a monster!
How he appears is not what he's really like.
He's just a man who has been cursed by the gods.
He doesn't mean to kill or harm anyone.
But the beast that possesses him takes control and he can't hold it back.
Then all the more reason to put an end to him.
No, Sven, don't! Olaf, don't you see?
All I see are my comrades hanging from poles.
Their bodies rotting and their souls in limbo.
And my wife-to-be trapped,
enchanted by this creature,
caught in his power.
But fear not. For I will break this spell
when I hang his carcass from his own gateway.
You'll do as I say.
Take her to the boat.
- Now! - No, Heindall, stop. Eric!
No!
Fire!
I think he's finished.
No, not yet.
Finish it.
No! Please, no!
Hold her!
No!
Get a rope.
He's free from Odin's curse now.
Is he? How do you know?
He's dead. His spirit is free.
He told me once that he was a creature of myth and magic...
a creature of the night.
Can you kill such a one?
Yes.
Shh. I'm here.
Are you all right? Did he hurt you?
No.
You shouldn't have, Freya,
risked yourself for me.
I had to, Father. I could never have left you there.
I could not be more proud had I had a son.
You have your mother's spirit
and her beauty.
I love you.
Sire.
The beast?
He's dead.
Sven hung its carcass from the arena gate.
Kogla, Raine, and the others?
They rest in peace.
We set fire to the village.
Odin's curse is lifted.
Your flag flies over the island.
What?
What is it?
I betrayed you.
I left you prisoner in the hands of the monster.
Olaf is right.
Your warriors were found wanton, ran from the beast and left you to his mercy.
No.
You left him.
It was your order which our warriors followed.
You left the king to die.
I thought the king was dead already,
as were Raine, Kogla and Jarl.
To waste more lives would have served no purpose.
Since Thorsson named me his heir, I acted for the good of the clan.
- You liar! - Sven was right.
He is my heir. Will be king.
He thought me dead.
His duty lay with the living.
The beast was not of this world.
Neither Sven nor I nor anyone knew if it could be killed.
Sven was right.
It would be wrong to have wasted more lives to find out.
Through you and Sven
our line will live on.
Our people will have a future.
We must put the beast and Odin's curse behind us.
- What's wrong? What is it? - I dreamed of the beast.
Oh, shh. It's okay. He's gone. He can't hurt you.
You don't understand. He would never hurt me.
He's not as he seems. He can be gentle,
kind.
- There's something about... - He's dead.
Is he?
You can't love that abomination.
And even if you do, it doesn't matter.
Tomorrow night, you marry Sven.
I know.
Shh. It's okay.
Yeah, it's okay.
She doesn't look too pleased.
Can't we do something?
Thorsson's her father and the king.
Quiet!
Quiet for the king!
Tonight,
by Odin's grace
and the bravery of our warriors,
my daughter gained a husband,
and our people a new king.
To Sven and Freya.
Sire, friends,
Thorsson's right.
Our future is set and our people will prosper.
And I vow to you that I will try to be as just
and strong as Thorsson.
And I also vow that Freya
will give him many grandchildren.
I've come to challenge for the leadership of the clan
and for your daughter's hand.
You can't.
Only those of the clan may challenge.
I am of this clan.
I am Agnar, Ragnar's son.
And I have the right to challenge
and to ask for your daughter's hand.
So, Agnar, son of Ragnar.
The beast of Gunnere Island
has come to claim his wife.
You were always a fool, Agnar.
You passed all those that would have you when you passed the pigs in their sties.
- I want you to get out of here. - No.
Halt!
- Agnar was my friend. - Agnar's dead.
This thing has slain more of our people than we've lost while raiding.
You cannot expect me to give you my daughter's hand.
He has challenged. He was born of the clan.
Our laws give him the right to ask for my hand.
If he wins, I will stand by those laws.
Freya's still under this monster's spell.
But no matter, I'll fight him and make a rug out of his skin.
Please, Father.
Give Agnar another chance.
So be it.
Agnar, no!
Heindall, help Sven.
Shh, Freya. I'm here.
Lie still.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Your face.
You're free now.
Odin has lifted his curse.
Blood to wash away blood.
My soul for your life.
You always had my heart.
I love you, Freya.
I've always loved you.
I know.
Farewell, my love.
She is at peace.
Fire.