The thought of swimming that far down and for how long made her nervous. She might've died before, but death from fever was different to drowning, and those that drowned were claimed by a different god than Freya, Odin or Hel.

She took a deep breath and prayed to Freya, before nodding and setting her bag down. Gyda made sure her hair was secure, then looked into her bag to pull out any tool she might need. There was no way she could carry a bag under water like this without the risk of weighing her down or being lost; anything she brought, she'd have to wear on her belt. After that it was setting some goggles so the water wouldn't blind her.

"I'm ready." He would have to go first though.