Frostbitten

Into the Heart

"Sif, that is crazy. We have no actual proof that states he is alive. Even if we did, we can't just charge into enemy territory with just the two of us," Thor objected.

Sif crossed her arms, "That is why we will not go alone." Thor raised his eyebrow, his face displaying a look of pure confusion. "I also believe Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun, and a few others are still alive. I saw them flee before Loki took me into the palace," Sif stated. "Whether they truly are or not, I do not know, but I have a feeling and either way, the mortals did call you the God of thunder. Did they not?" Thor nodded and Sif continued, "And was I not the Goddess of war?" 

Thor bowed his head, "You were." He sighed, deep in thought. "Alright, let's go," The prince finally agreed, much to Sif's liking.

The two then set off back towards the palace. Although, a thought then occurred in Sif's head. "What about Heimdall? Without him we will be unable to get to Jotunheim. Plus... he is my brother."

Thor patted her back softly, "I am sure Heimdall made his way out in time."

"But, the only way the Jotuns could have gotten in is if someone from the inside opened the Bifrost and it couldn't have been Heimdall. So that means someone in Asgard is a traitor and Heimdall is either dead or being held captive." said Sif darkly, as she voiced what was on her mind.

He frowned, "Then we shall' just have to wait. There is nothing we can do about it at the moment."

"I suppose," Sif replied, before the companions headed back in the direction of the castle once again. Just as they did so, a gentle snow began to fall, clouding their vision slightly, although it came to their favor as now, they too, would be harder to see.

As they drew near, Sif and Thor noticed huge, almost animal like, footprints in the now thick blanket of powder collecting at their feet. Although, the most peculiar thing they saw, was a long line of completely flat snow that had obviously been tampered with. "Those fools," Sif chuckled, a smile beginning to make its way onto her mouth.

"While it is good they covered their tracks, they could have been more diligent about the way they did it." Thor added, then crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Lucky for them, the Jotuns are quite stupid."

"Who are you calling stupid?" Rumbled a deep voice from behind.

The two Asgardians stiffened. Ever so slowly, they turned and saw about eleven frost giants all staring wildly at them, their blood red eyes blazing with anger. Each stood about twenty feet tall and carried an extensive knowledge of war, making them the perfect opponent. Not to mention, their icy powers. At once, Thor straightened and composed himself, a cocky smirk appeared on his lips. "If I wasn't clear enough, I was referring to you lot." 

Sif's eyes grew round and she spun around to face Thor. "What do you think you're doing?" she growled under her breath. 

"Play along with it. Anger makes them clumsy," Thor whispered back.

So, that was why the prince had gone back to his former personality. It was a smart and strategic move as Sif knew he was correct. The Jotuns had short tempers and when angered, they lost their footing and almost never used their heads.

As he predicted, the frost giants charged. Waves of ice came spitting out of their hands, only to be countered with the Asgardian's own weapons. Thor began to swing Mijonir, causing the gloomy skies above to erupt with thunder and lightning. He slammed his hammer to the ground and sent five of the behemoths flying. Sif, on the other hand, pulled out her sword and spun around it to where its second blade slid out of place. She let a few come at her and they proved to be no match, as she had taken down three in a matter of seconds. 

Sif and Thor were confident in their fighting abilities and were positive they would win this fight. That was until what seemed like dozens more came out of the shadows and began thundering towards them. Sif was sure they were outnumbered, but Thor refused to give up. He continued hammering down any who opposed him. Another wave came at them, but when Sif looked closer, she noticed these warriors were significantly smaller and they seemed to be aiding them in fighting the army of frost giants. Sif's face lit up immediately. "Thor!" she called, her voice filled with hope. 

His head spun around, while still fighting a few enemies as he listened. "I'm a bit busy at the moment, Sif." Thor exclaimed with strain. 

"It is the warriors three and Heimdall!" she shouted over the cries of war.

Thor too, looked relieved, a warm smile emerging. In what seemed like no time after that, the ground around them was littered with the fallen bodies of the Jotuns. Sif ran to her friends in greeting. "It's good to see you all again!" she gushed. 

"I can say the same to you two." Volstagg exclaimed heartily. 

"Where have you all be-" Sif was interrupted by many shouts from her peers, warning her of danger. She spun around to see a straggling Jotun. He was bloodied and bruised, but he didn't seem to want to give up. Rather than killing him straight away, Sif swiped a rope from Volstagg's belt and faced the giant. 

He frowned, "Come on, fight me, woman!"Sif ran at him, using the momentum to leap on its back. She climbed on top of the beast and used the rope to tie its tired arms together, putting up less of a fight than Sif thought he would have, due to his obvious exhaustion. 

The others gave her a questionable glance, although Sif disregarded them and proceeded to do what she set out to do. Sif pointed her sword at the neck of the Frost Giant, he stiffened at its cold touch, but did nothing more. "Who let you in?" Sif questioned.

"Why should I tell you? Either way, you'll still kill me." The Jotun snarled.

Sif tilted her head and accompanied it with a false smile, "If you cooperate, your death won't be as painful. If you don't, I'll make sure your screams will be heard all throughout the nine realms."

The frost giant's eyes grew round, "Asgard is full of traitors. You really should watch your backs."

"A name!" Sif pushed her sword farther up against the giant's skin. 

The creature looked Sif in the eye, "Tyr."

At that moment, Sif decapitated the Jotun and fell back to the ground as its body fell with her. Her companions stood in shock at what they had heard, yet Sif's attitude hardly changed as she kept walking towards them.

Fandral was the first to speak, "Lady Sif, we have just found out that a friend was behind all of this and you are not the least bit surprised?"

"It's happened before." She said sourly, then walked right passed them. "Come on."

"Huh? Where?" asked Volstagg.

Sif stopped dead in her tracks and turned to them, "We are going to go get the only other person I know who has experience in overthrowing their home world."

Author's Note: Finally, they reunited with the others! Yes, next chapter they will go to Jotunheim, but who knows what's going to happen? (No really, I have no idea) Anyway, leave a comment down below or if you enjoyed the story, likes are much appreciated! THANKS FOR THE 300 READS GUYS!