It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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No one prepares you for death... it just happens. Everyone has a number and one day the universe will call upon your number, separating your body and your soul before leading your spirit through the doors into the afterlife, while everyone you have left behind webs over your cold, lifeless, body.
People always say that no parent should ever have to bury their child. What about the children who have to bury their parents? The one person who believes in you more than anyone else. The person who is meant to love you no matter how many mistakes you make. The person who is meant to stick by you through thick or thin and love you above everything else.
What about the children who have to watch their parents die? What happens to them? It's almost funny, the way that grief works. No two people ever handle it in the same way.
One of the things Athalia hated about being a god was the 'long living' power it came with. If she were to die from natural causes, Athalia could be millions of years old by then, outliving everyone she will ever meet, unless, Athalia was met with a similar fate to her mother's.
It took four people to pull Athalia off Frigga's body, Thor being the first to try alone. He hated hearing the sound of his sister's painful screams that carried through the castle. Fandral and Volstagg were the next to try along with the help of another guard that had entered the room not long after Odin had.
Odin didn't even try. He thought that it would be pointless. He knew that Athalia would fight whoever tried to separate her from her mother. Blood or not. He knew, deep down, that Frigga was the only person who showed love to the twins and now that love was only a memory.
After hearing the news, all of Agsard had gathered for her funeral as their Queen was gone. Athalia watched as her mother lay limp on the boat in front of her. She had been dressed in one of her armored dresses, going out like the true warrior Queen she was. Frigga held a sword in her pale hands that rested on top of the blanket that was draped over her body. Her face looked peaceful, a small smile faintly painted on her lips.
Athalia had a tear roll down her cheek, her eyes were red and puffy from all the salty tears she'd wept. Her throat was sore and dry after all the painful screams she'd let out. Her black eye shadow was smudged around her eyes. She wore a long black and purple, off-the-shoulder Asgardian dress. The dress wasn't Athalia's favourite because of the tight fit or how it hugged her curves but she remembered how her mother loved this dress on her.
Athalia held her head high, trying not to let the whole kingdom see her pain. She played with the rings on her fingers, twisting them around and rubbing the cold silver against the palms of her hands. She held her head high as one burning arrow was shot at her mother's boat as it started to slowly drift away in the water. One arrow turned it two, which turned into four, and soon that turned into ten, and many more to follow after. Most of them landed in the water around her, putting out the flames after they lit up the dark water for just a moment.
Athalia let out a sob, not being able to hold back her feelings anymore as she had to watch her mother's burning boat drift towards the edge of Asgard. She felt a hand being placed on her shoulder but she wouldn't dare remove her eyes away from her mother to see who it was. The people of Asgard had brought lanterns. Bright lanterns that they sent into the sky to honor their Queen.
It was almost a perfect send-off for the Queen of Asgard. There was just one thing that was missing. One person missing. They were still locked away, hiding underneath the castle.
Loki.
[Amber's little chats; Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift (from the 'Hunger Games') fits this chapter so much and that's the sad thing. Also, why is Frigga's death not even a slightly bigger thing in the movie? It's literally Thor's mother we're talking about and her funeral is like 3 seconds long! ]
