The Frostians

Chapter 46

The frozen landscape of Jötunheim sprawled endlessly beneath the twilight sky, its towering ice mountains and frozen valleys bathed in an eerie, cold light. Alysandra, Tyr, and Mimir pressed on through the wilderness, the precious Time Key secured tightly in Alysandra’s grasp. Every step they took felt heavier than the last, knowing that Heimdall was still out there—relentless in his pursuit.

“What in the name of Yggdrasil was that snake thinking?” Tyr grumbled, still nursing his wounded arm. His voice was laced with frustration and disbelief.

Mimir, swinging from Alysandra’s belt, muttered darkly, “Heimdall’s always been one for foresight, but now he’s crossed a line. Betraying Asgard and siding with Black? This is far worse than we imagined.”

Alysandra’s face was set with grim determination. “Heimdall wants the Time Key for something bigger than we know. I can feel it. He’s not just after power; there’s something more at play.”

Before she could elaborate, a sharp wind cut through the air, and the ground beneath them trembled. In an instant, a shimmering wave of Bifrost energy sliced through the sky, crashing down in front of them. The force of the blast threw them backward, and when the smoke cleared, Heimdall stood there, his eyes glowing with the familiar gleam of the Bifrost.

“You cannot run forever, Alysandra,” Heimdall called out, his voice cold and confident. “The Time Key is mine. And soon, Kristian’s body will be as well.”

Alysandra's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean? What are you planning?"

Heimdall smirked, stepping forward with an air of superiority. “Kristian’s power—the power of the Frost—is unrivaled. But he’s weak. His foolish commitment to honor and sacrifice blinds him to the true potential of his abilities. I, on the other hand, have no such weaknesses.”

Tyr’s eyes darkened as realization dawned. “You intend to switch bodies with him? Steal his power for yourself?”

Heimdall nodded, his expression smug. “Exactly. With the Time Key in my possession, I can manipulate the strands of time, not just to bend events to my will, but to swap my very soul into Kristian’s body. I will have the power of Frost, combined with the full might of the Bifrost.”

Alysandra’s heart raced. The thought of Heimdall in Kristian’s body, wielding both frost and Bifrost energy, was a nightmare beyond comprehension. “You won’t succeed,” she hissed. “Kristian will never let you take his body.”

Heimdall chuckled darkly. “You overestimate his willpower. Once I have the Time Key, it won’t matter what Kristian wants. I’ll strip his soul from his body, leaving him powerless while I become the master of all time and realms.”

Tyr drew his sword, his grip tight with fury. “I’ll cut you down where you stand before you lay a finger on him!”

But Heimdall was faster. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a surge of Bifrost energy, knocking Tyr back. He stepped toward Alysandra, his gaze fixed on the Time Key. “You can’t stop me, Alysandra. Hand over the Key, and perhaps I’ll let you live long enough to see the future I create.”

Alysandra’s mind raced. She knew she couldn’t face Heimdall in direct combat—his mastery of the Bifrost was too great. But she couldn’t let him have the Time Key, not while Kristian’s fate hung in the balance.

Just as Heimdall closed in on her, a brilliant flash of light erupted in the sky. The Bifrost energy swirled above them, and in an instant, a figure materialized before them—Kristian Frost, standing tall, his blue-green-yellow hair glowing with elemental energy.

“Heimdall!” Kristian’s voice boomed, filled with fury and righteous power. “I won’t let you take what isn’t yours!”

Heimdall smirked, his confidence undeterred. “You’re too late, Kristian. I already have what I need.”