Prophecies

Prologue

Frigg:

"She's a runt," said a voice, "We have no use for her." A second voice argued, "She is the prophesied giantess to bring upon the fall of Aesir." "That's true, but there must be some mistake," the first giant said, "She's too small." The other giant gave in, " Perhaps. Leave her here. She is of no use to us." The first giant set her down into the plush white snow. This place would strike some as beautiful, if not for the fact that Jotunheim was a wasteland. "Goodbye, Angrboda," he whispers to her. My eyes widen in shock. Could she really be the prophesied Angrboda? She was told to grow up alone and angry causing her to lash out on the gods. I cannot allow that. As queen of Asgard, I must do something. I can't kill the baby, but I can make sure she doesn't become the monster she should become. I emerge from the shadows and scoop the baby up in my arms. My magic takes effect almost immediately, making the young jotunn look like one of us. She can easily fit in as and Aesir or a Vanir, but I have a better idea. Your Highness, I can no longer hold the portal open, you must hurry, Heimdall's voice ring in my thoughts. I see the welcoming circle of blue is slowly shrinking, but not slow enough. I run as fast as my legs can take me. My cloak snaps in the wind and the hood comes down. The baby is beginning to open her eyes. They are a dazzling shade of emerald green as were Loki's. But her's are deeper and brighter. I burst through the portal right before it shuts behind me, tearing a bit of fabric off my cloak. The fabric will disintegrate after a few minutes for it is trapped between realms. The baby is safe in my arms. "Your Highness, your mission was to search and destroy," Heimdall points out, "Why did you bring her here?" "Do not question me Heimdall," I respond, "Just take me to Midgard."