❝They say she put a curse on the whole of Asgard, that the realm will deteriorate until she was freed. Soon she just became a folktale, something to tell the children before bed, to warn them of the evil Princess of Asgard. She will take your soul f...
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ONE THUNDERSTORMS ____
Lightning lit up the octagonal gold walls, and in its wake cast the room in a warm electric glow. The ceiling, a mural of renaissance paintings of the old Gods and Goddesses, provided no comfort to the young girl who sat up in her bed, silk sheets in a burrow around her as she shook with every mild tremor of thunder or rain. The ceiling used to bring a great comfort, a mechanism like counting sheep when she was supposed to be asleep, but now the brief flashes of forked light brought horror to her room as the faces distorted into monsters and ghouls. She would never sleep comfortably again.
Another clash of thunder sent a yelp from the girl, and the lightning that followed nearly immediately after lit up her dolls of Midgardian China, her rocking horse that took up almost one of the eight walls, and her floor length mirror, which reflected her horrified expression. The figure that looked back at her, she was so sure of, was most definitely the angry monster that wanted to devour her whilst she was asleep. Her eyes flickered to the door, right beside the mirror, right across from her four poster bed. If she could make it before the next -
Crash! She let out another wail and pulled the silk over her face. Her whole body shook with anxiety, and if she even moved the slightest bit, the monster was going to get her... She counted. If the monster didn't growl by the third count, she would run for it. One... She slipped the silk down her nose the slightest bit. The coast was clear. Two... She slowly lowered the rest of it, the sheets now a pool around her waist. She clutched her teddy bear. Three... Run!
She dived out of bed, where a quick gasp escaped her lips as she fell face first, her hands and knees slapping loudly as they hit the marble to break her fall. She ignored the dull ache of bruising bones as she shot up and stumbled towards the double doors, throwing them open and stumbling onto the cold stone floors of the deserted hallway. She turned a nimble right and continued to sprint, up a few stairs and up a few more before she burst through another pair of great, double Asgardian Oak doors.
Frigga sat up in bed and immediately caught the small girl who came hurtling towards her. The six year old buried herself in her nightdress, but she did not care much for her expensive garments; she cared for the small girl who trembled in her arms. She stroked her long blonde hair back until the sniffs and the shaking stopped.
"What is it, my dear?" She asked in a soothing voice, cautious not to wake her husband beside her.
"The monsters, they're coming," The girl hiccoughed, "They're coming to get me." Her wide blue eyes, the colour of troubled oceans, looked up at Frigga.
"Nonsense, my dear." Frigga hummed as she pushed her daughter away gently. Rán hiccoughed again and looked up with inquisitive eyes. "It's just Thor's magick, my love. You've nothing to be afraid of, see?" Rán's eyes widened with great admiration as her mother held her hands out in front of her.
In the palm of Frigga's hands sat a cloud as dark as the night outside. Within the cloud throbbed veins of a bright white light, and in the silence of the room and the calming storm, Rán could hear the gentle electric cracking of the lightning inside it. She gasped gently and looked up at her mother with wide eyes and a wider mouth.
"That's what Thor can do?" Frigga smiled and nodded. "Will I be able to do it too?" She asked. Frigga's smile dropped slightly, but the smallest notion caused Rán's heart to drop tremendously.
"Not yet, my love." Her mother said, and with one hand opened one of Rán's balled fists. She slid the cloud into her hand, and Rán giggled ever so slightly - cautious as to not to wake her father - as the lightning beams struck and tickled her palms. "But some day, you will. Someday you will have your own powers," Lightning struck outside and Rán's palm instantly closed up, distinguishing the magick in a cloud of smoke as she hugged her mother. Frigga just stroked her hair. "Whether it be lightning, like Thor, or wisdom like Vör; one day, my daughter, you shall be as powerful as those beside you; you will be unstoppable. And I will guide you to greatness, just like I have your brothers, and you shall have nothing to fear."
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