Elena Lokidottir, or at least that's what she's known as on Asgard.
Her parental linage is a mystery to everyone, bar a few silenced souls, even to her two uncles who might as well be her parents.
See how the young goddess cope's as she tries to lea...
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The young princess of Asgard lay restless within the softness of her blankets, eyes staring up at the ceiling making patterns out of the golden decorations. She couldn't sleep, not after what she saw, and especially as it wasn't even that late. Sitting up swiftly, she made her way over to her bookshelf. Closing her eyes and letting the force of her mind throw a book out at her. Which it did.
'The darkness of the nine realms'
Fitting considering what happened tonight. Elena curled back into her bed, using her finger to turn the pages. Not physically of course. But telepathically, seeing as the one element she has more control of is 'air' Elena utilizes this to make her life even easier.
Jötunn, in the sense of personifying chaos, the destructive forces of nature. Known as 'blood-thirsty' and 'giant' taking various forms, commonly known as the violent, blue, 'Frost Giants'. After Odin and his brothers killed Ymir, they created various worlds, including their own, and cast the Jötnar out into the Utgard, where they longed for the time when they ruled. Perhaps due to a desire for revenge, or because they were simply "fierce and cruel", the giants often dream of ruling over Asgard and Midgard.
'Well I know that' the girl thought to herself. It was common knowledge to all Asgardians, and taught from a very young age about the savagery of Frost Giants. How they are not to be feared due to the belief of Asgardians being superior in all ways, but are to be hated for their violent past towards Asgard.
The 'commonly known' intrigued the girl.
Some Jötunn are extremely large, like Ymir he is so large the gods constructed the entire cosmos using his corpse. There are also stories of a giant named Skrymir, who was so large, Thor could sleep in one of his gloves.
Many other giants were no bigger than counterparts like Thor or Odin some take the forms of gods while others can go their whole lives without knowing they contain Jotun in their blood.
By now the goddess was questioning what she saw back on the battlefield, he uncles arm turning blue, noting him not being effected the same way the other warriors were by the ice touch. He was a god, but if he's Jotun then does that mean Thor was as well, and her.
Her spiral was cut short by the same strong sensation of ice, Jotun ice. The same feeling that she got at Thor's coronation. Not wasting a moment she chucked the book to the side, throwing a light purple dress over her nightgown. Hurrying down the hall while tying the dress up a the back, she felt the pull get stronger leading her to somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. The weapons vault.
Hovering outside the unguarded door, she hesitated momentarily before hearing her grandfathers stern voice. Curiosity getting the better of her, she followed it, hiding behind a pillar as her eyes saw the back of her uncle.
