In Marvel as a summoning Mage

Frozen Heart

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[Hela's POV]

From the moment she was born, Hela had no say in her destiny. Expectations were placed on her before she even took her first breath. Unlike other children in Asgard history, she didn't grow into her divine powers; they awakened the moment she was born. The kingdom had never seen anything like her, and immediately, everyone looked upon her as the future king, the one who would lead Asgard to greatness.

The whispers of pride and reverence surrounded her constantly.

"You are the hope of Asgard."

"Princess Hela will save us all."

"We are so fortunate to have you."

But she could hear the falseness in their voices. Their smiles never reached their eyes. She was a symbol, not a person. Even as a child, she could sense the distance. No one was truly proud of her-they were merely relieved that she could protect them. That she could be their weapon.

So she embraced it. If she couldn't be loved, she could at least be useful. Training became her obsession. If she could prove her worth in battle, then maybe-just maybe-she would be enough.

But even then, she was alone. As her skills grew, so did the gap between her and others. No one wanted to be near someone so far beyond them. No friends. No companionship. Just endless training in an empty palace.

And then... Fenris. The young black wolf she found by chance. He wasn't afraid of her, nor did he look at her like a tool. He was just... there. A creature she could understand, a being who understood her. When she spoke to him, he listened. It was the first time she felt connected to something real.

But her father, Odin, didn't see it that way. He saw Fenris as dangerous, a threat. He took him from her, sealing the wolf away in Hel as if it were nothing.

The pain of that betrayal cut deep. For the first time, Hela realized that even her own father saw her as nothing more than a weapon. She lashed out, her anger and grief turning her into something darker, something colder. But no matter how much she fought, it was never enough. Odin continued to use her as his sword in battle, a tool for his wars.

Then came the prophecy.

She heard from her father, The prophecy One, him-her future husband, the one destined to save the creation. For the first time, she felt hope. There was someone out there for her, someone who would understand her in ways no one else could. She didn't even know his name, or what he looked like, but the mere idea of him gave her purpose.

"He is my destiny. He is the only one who will truly see me."

She dedicated her entire life to becoming worthy of him. She would protect him. She would be strong enough to stand beside him. But with every passing year, she feared she wasn't enough. What if she wasn't strong enough? What if she became a burden to him?

"I can't fail him. I have to be the best. No matter the cost."

Her childhood, her life as a princess-everything was sacrificed. She trained relentlessly, pushing her body and mind far beyond its limits, believing that the only thing that made her worthy was her strength in battle. She would be his shield, his sword. That was all she had to offer.

And when anyone dared speak ill of him-the prophecy one, *her* prophecy one-she didn't hesitate. She would kill them without remorse. No one could question him, even if she had never met him. In her mind, he was her salvation, her light in the darkness.