Of All The Stars

2~Estrid

~Five Years Later

Frigga quietly pushed open the grand, gold doors; nodding to the guards on either side on the way in. She smiled lightly as she stepped over various toys and books as she walked to the big, round, plush bed on the edge on the room. She pulled the frilly pick covers down enough to reveal a small head of bright blonde hair.

"Essie," she called soothingly, "Essie sweetheart, time to get up." The little girl's intelligent blue eyes squinted open as she groaned. She grabbed the covers and roughly yanked them over her face again.

"Es, do you not remember the day it is?" Frigga asked, with a look of fake shock on her face. The little girl quickly pulled the covers down to her nose, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"It's your fathers coronation!" Frigga answered the unasked question, throwing her hands in the air. Estrid's eyes widened even more in recognition as she threw the covers off and jumped up on the bed.

"It's the corbonadion?" she asked excitedly. She herself didn't quite understand what a coronation was, but she new that it made her father happy, and Estrid lived to make her father happy. She adored her father, thinking him as a powerful and strong man who was also very funny and cared deeply about his daughter.

"Yayyyyy!" she sang happily as she jumped off the bed and rushed to her expansive wardrobe, looking for the dress she had picked out earlier.

"Oh Beste! Isn't this dress pretty!" she squealed to her Bestemor, "And look, look! It has foofoos and shimerys! And," she took a deep breath, turning to face Frigga, "It is the prettiest color of PINK!" she shouted. Frigga chuckled at her happy granddaughter as she stood up from the bed, smoothing out her dress.

"Dear, you can't wear it yet! The ceremonies not till the midday and you wouldn't want you father or Mormor to see it before you can make a grand entrance!" Estrid furrowed her brows, thinking over what Frigga said before nodding in agreement, "Why don't you put on this dress until tonight?" she said, picking up a long, pink silk dress, "Now I'll let you get changed, don't be late for breakfast dear." Frigga bent down and kissed her cheek before walking out of the room. Estrid smiled and picked up the dress while quietly singing a lullaby to herself. She quickly slipped the dress on and skipped over to a mirror with a comb in hand. She spun in circles as she ran the comb through her golden locks. She dropped the comb and scrunched her nose in concentration as she altered the wind to carry it back to her vanity. She smiled to herself again as she proudly turned back to the mirror. She frowned as she wrapped a piece of hair around her finger, before turning and skipping to the door. She slowly opened it enough to stick her head through.

"Pssst!" she said, louder than she thought she was. The guards on either side of the door turned to look at the young girl. She swung her head side to side, eyes narrowed with suspicion, making sure no one else was there, before making a motion with her fingers, ushering the guard forward. The guard walked up to her and leaned down so the girl could whisper in his ear. She looked around once more before cupping a hand to the side of the mans face.

"I need," she started, again much louder than she thought she was being, causing the second guard to bite his lip to avoid smiling, "I need, um, a uh, a hairdoer." She stepped back from the guard, putting on a serious face and winking at him with both eyes, before stoically stepping backwards and ultimately tripping into her room. The two guards shared a smile before one went of to find the princess a maid.

When the maid finished doing Estrid's hair in a few braids she happily skipped down the hall to the dining area. As she neared the doors, two guards opened them with a whoosh.

"Ah! There she is! I was starting to think you wouldn't make it Engel!" Odin called out joyfully from the head of the table.

"Gooood morning, Mormor!" she ran up and kissed his cheek, "And good morning Kiki!" she rushed to through her small arms around her uncle's neck and kissing his cheek as his throat rumbled with a chuckle.

"Good morning to you Essie." he said before she moved on to great her father.

"Father! It's your corbonadiotion!" he laughed, pausing his vicious eating to kiss his joyful daughters forehead.

"Yup!" Estrid smiled as she sat down in her chair and was served her plate of food and began shoveling it down her throat, humming loudly.

"Estrid! Slow down your eating, you act like a starved wolf!" Frigga scolded. Estrid looked up with wide, innocent eyes as she slowly moved the piled fork closer and closer to her mouth, before stuffing it in, along with some remaining food from the last bite. Loki let out a laugh as she started chewing in slow motion.

"Honestly, the similarity between these two," he motioned with a finger in between Thor and his daughter who both had food smeared over their faces, "Is uncanny."

"Loki!" Frigga scolded in a disapproving tone. After all had finished breakfast, Thor stood up form the table, his chair making a high-pitched squeak.

"Well, as much as I love family bonding, Princess Estrid and I have a meeting with dear Lady Sif." He said, faking a formal tone. Estrid giggled as she slid off her chair and crawled under the table to her father's side.

"Yes, we have a meet with Lady Sif." She said in a low tone. She giggled at herself before jumping up, and with a little help of a wind gust, and clinging to her father's side. He wrapped an arm under her and adjusted her weight comfortably before raising his fingers to a salute and walking off. Frigga turned back around and she raised her eyebrows at Odin, both thinking the same question. What kind of king will Thor make?

Bestemor-Norwegian for Grandmother

Mormor-Norwegian for Grandfather

Engel-Norwegian for Angel