THE LIAR'S WHORE
❝follow the path of sorrow and deceit. do not stray from that trail, lest you be lost in the havoc and madness that you and your brethren have created. It is kill or be killed. do not trust your companions, do not trust your brother...
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A woman sat in a cell. She was accommodated far more than her fellow prisoners. Some had whistled at her when she first arrived. That had stopped once they saw her blow into a guard's face and he became pure Jotunheim ice her brown skin turning light blue with complex patterns accompanying the crimson color, her eyes became.
Her ivory, unpigmented hair hung loosely covering her face. Her room was covered in what she loved and comforted her. Ice. She waved her fingers slightly as she froze over the walls once again, repeating the action either out of boredom or tranquillity. She attempted in mimicking her much-missed homeland. She hated this place with her entire being. Asgard was beautiful to many, but not to her.
"I understand you miss him, but you need to practice self-control." An image of the Queen of Asgard appeared
Frigga smiled sadly. The woman had adored her son and now he was long gone. "I've always lacked self-control. Jotuns are born with natural akrasia." The white-haired woman grinned crookedly.
Frigga uttered some words under her breath. The Jotun female ignored her. "Odin has ordered your execution,"
The female looked up at the illusion of the Allmother. "Why can I not return to my homeland?"
"My husband believes if we do you will conspire against us." She answered with slight reproach for either her spouse or the woman she stood before wallowing in forlorn self-pity.
The female grit her teeth roughly. Suddenly, her dark eyes turned a light shade of blue and spikes of ice protruded from the wall and the ground. She narrowed those now brumal, powder blue orbs. Her jaw was clenched as she bared her teeth at Frigga. The Goddess Of Winter stood, her body slack and weak. Her legs were feeble and fragile. She trembled beneath her own weight, but that did not impede that unadulterated rage that bubbled and boiled threatening to be released.
"Skadi..." Frigga breathed with a hint motherly compassion.
"It is punishment enough for you to gaze at me with that repulsive sentiment called 'pity'."
The Goddess swiped her hand and a single jagged spike plunged through the image of the Queen. The envisage faded quickly. The laconic female leaned against the wall and slid down onto the floor. Her anger bled from her face briskly as something solemn flickered across her cheeks. The skewers resided into the ground sleekly.
Her hands touched the ice that covered her cell. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Hoping those shrieks would tell them that she never lost. She would wait and wait. Seething. For history had its eyes on her and she would not die quietly. She was born with tragedy in her blood.
"For she had a fire inside, but her heart was ice. Only melting for him and only him."
