Can a name be a weapon?
The name behind the mask
It was in the early morning hours, jittery from too much caffeine, that I realized what a remarkable book we had written.
I’d known from the start that each seemingly straightforward scene concealed layers of subtext — some deliberately crafted, others emerging from our subconscious.
Still, I was delighted to discover our attention to detail extended even to something as subtle as character names.
What can a simple name reveal? Take Freya Akselsen — it suggests Norwegian ancestry, perhaps immigrant roots. The name “Freya” itself references the Norse goddess of love, desire, and victory (though that goddess’s story is far from simple).
But these mythological echoes are just the surface.
A name as weapon against the world
Our protagonist, Freya Akselsen, deliberately announces her full name when introducing herself:
…the lady tucked the pistol into her cleavage before extending her hand for a shake. Freya felt the rough calluses on her fingers.
“Susan,” the lady said.
“Freya,” she replied. “Freya Akselsen.”
More tellingly, Freya invokes her full name when asserting her identity and setting herself apart from others:
A wave of indignation rolled over Freya — she, Freya Akselsen, would never find herself in such a situation.
This pattern was established from the opening line — her name launches the entire narrative:
Today, Freya Akselsen was on track to break a new record.
Every weapon has recoil, and so does a name
Digging deeper into our text, we discovered other characters weaponize Freya’s name in their own ways.
Mister K, her CIA handler, uses her full name only in moments of genuine pain. Unlike Freya, who wields her name with pride, he deploys “Freya Akselsen” when disappointed or angry with her.
“You don’t know!” Mister K interrupted her furiously. “You don’t know anything, Freya Akselsen, but that doesn’t stop you from doing your nonsense!”
When manipulating:
“You’re Freya Akselsen,” the handler said. “And not a murderer.”
When reproaching:
“You don’t know or understand me at all, Freya Akselsen,” the handler said.
Some characters avoid her full name entirely, opting for diminutives:
“You know, doll, I was just thinking, ‘Damn, I hope I don’t spit blood on the parquet, or Fre gonna go livid.’ And it ain’t even your parquet.”
While still others mirror Freya’s own reverence for names:
The dr. Ferdrehels could not contain a soft smile.
“Please forgive me, Freya Akselsen, for adding to everything that has been said, I am also glad to meet you in person.”
I think you can guess who’s her ex — no spoilers needed.
Nameless versus named
Mister K — Freya’s CIA handler — is one of our central secondary characters. His designation isn’t merely stylistic; it’s a name he chose, reflecting his essential nature.
Mister K is intellectually brilliant with boundless imagination. A writer whose career was derailed by tragedy, he nonetheless shaped the modern world. He crafted the Narrative — the stories that make us trust what we should embrace and fear what we should avoid.
Yet he can claim no credit. Even the public figures he cultivates don’t know his real name, though they work closely together.
They say a person’s name is the sweetest sound in any language. But while characters like Freya and Doctor Ferdrehels proclaim their names proudly, Mister K has ensured no one speaks his aloud.
He’s invested so much effort in concealing it that he can no longer introduce himself.
One evening, Mister K — who was not yet Mister K at the time — received a call from his best friend from Yale. He was an editor at a television channel, and Mister K worked for a newspaper. The friend, thrilled, told Mister K about something incredible he had learned.
“Who were you then, Mister K?” Freya asked.
Freya Akselsen, by contrast, grows stronger through her name. As the story reaches its climax and she faces mounting challenges, the frequency of “Freya Akselsen” in the text increases dramatically. Her name transcends mere identification — it becomes both shield and sword.
“Whom do you owe this to, my dear Freya?” inquired the doctor.
“To myself. For if I were to betray myself each time I faced a difficult choice, I would not be who I am. Freya Akselsen.”
By the book’s end, Freya Akselsen has transformed completely, though she remains blind to the change. Her evolution is organic, free of internal conflict or the anguish that typically accompanies rebirth.
While Mister K exists fractured — split between the named man who lost his dream and the nameless handler for the Deep State — Freya’s sense of self strengthens until her name becomes symbolic.
A symbol and unwavering compass for the woman herself.





She looks so good on that shade of deep-green btw.
Honestly amazed how brilliant and genius we are. That must be illegal — that's why the secret services are after you, darling.