Nadya settled with that comfortable distance between herself and Frost in his disguise when they got to the gate. She was glad that the check-in security line had gone well though she hadn't been nervous about it. Frost's glamor ability was solid, she knew that. It was mostly the journey in the foreign country that she was unsure about. Frost knew the terrain and the layout of the place they were going while she would be blind in it all. Despite the unsurety, she wouldn't have let Frost go on his own...she wanted to be there with him, to fight at his side for his family.

She listened carefully as Frost answered her question. The idea of trotting made her nose wrinkle more so than the idea of a saddle. She still hated that jarring movement of the trot with or without a saddle. At least she had finally agreed during their training sessions to use a saddle even though she still hated putting one on him. Nadya managed a glance back over at her boyfriend, her brain still expecting to see Frost due to that pack thread humming between them. One day she'd hear his story, tales of his childhood, the battles his fought, and even his escape, she wanted to know but had never pushed him for those memories. In due time they would happen. "I'd expect getting out would be harder; I highly doubt hunters would let you just waltz out with what they consider their property." It would be hard to hide emptying out a camp unless Frost had a glamour for that up his sleeve too. And then it occurred to her... "Do they want out?" Nadya had never thought to ask that, of course she figured no one wanted to be captive, but what if they didn't see themselves as captives?

Silence in her thoughts as they waited was easy to come by; Frost always allowing her those moments when she required them. When the status of the plane changed to boarding and the people began to file up she followed Frost's lead to the loading door. Nadya easily noted the shorter line though thought nothing of it, his words making her raise a brow. "I've never been on a plane so I'd have nothing to compare it to." His thought to her comfort though was always appreciated.

Nadya offered a polite smile to the ticket collector as she handed over her ticket and boarded the plane following Frost. She settled into her seat beside her boyfriend, noting the difference in the atmosphere of their area compared to the general area just behind the parted curtain. Nadya was at least immediately glad that there wouldn't be a stranger squashed against them for their very long flight. She took a glance out her window to eye the wings behind them. Planes were quite a conundrum with their large heavy bodies yet able to take flight. Nadya dared not look at the face of her companion but placed her hand over his, the feeling of it even different but she focused instead of the hum of that pack bond to settle her.

She rested for a majority of the flight, that blessed non-toddler responsibility sleep a truly rare thing, waking only the last hour to poke around at some food. It was hard to get anything down but she knew it was necessary as she'd either have to hunt over the next few days or eat whatever dehydrated nonsense there was stashed in their luggage.

The next few hours were pretty much a blur to her, simply following Frost's lead through the airport, riding in the car, until she was left standing there at the edge of it all. Iceland seemed to be one vast rocky green space. It was beautiful but why did such beauty have to be so cold? Despite the green and the sun, the air and wind had Nadya clutching her scarf around her neck. "I'll get the saddle." She glanced at her boyfriend before moving to the trunk of the car they planned on abandoning to give him space to shift. At least no one looks at you funny when you purchase a saddle out here. Nadya hefted the saddle from the trunk and back over to the now white stallion. Being around his stallion form in her human form no longer put her nerves on end and while she wasn't a master by any means, she was at least comfortable in the task of riding now.

After the blanket, Frost's height meant he had to bend slightly in order for her to even lift the saddle onto him so she could fasten it. Once she double checked all the straps were secure she trailed her hand slowly along his shoulders, up his neck to brush through his mane, to finally stop at his face. Nadya gently placed her hands on either side of his face and brought her forehead to his. "Ég treysti þér.(I trust you)" She had been practicing a bit, looking through his translation books in his study whenever he was out and while her pronunciation wasn't perfect, the meaning was clear...she'd follow him through it all- she was there to the end. Nadya waited for him to bow so she could lift up onto his back and settle into the saddle for the long days ride ahead.