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In which Princess Astrid Freydottir of Alfheim is arranged to marry Prince Loki Laufeyson of Asgard...

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๐•ฎ๐–—๐–Ž๐–˜๐–• ๐•ฟ๐–—๐–Š๐–•๐–Ž๐–‰๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“-๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•บ๐–“๐–Š

astrid

In the realm of Alfheim, home of the Light Elves, Astrid Freydottir sits at her vanity brushing her long white hair. Usually, this mindless task calms her, but after the news she just received, each rhythmic stroke is making her even more anxious.

She soon gives up her fruitful attempt at calamity, and throws her brush down onto the surface in front of her. She places her head in her hands, mulling over the conversation she just had with her father.

Her father, Frey, had just returned from Asgard, finalizing a peace-treaty with the All-Father, Odin. Her father was part of the Vanir, the race of gods that was responsible for wealth and fertility; and for the past hundred years, they had been at war with the Aesir, the people of Asgard.

The Vanir wanted to have equal power to the Aesir, after they had tortured their goddess Gullveig, but Odin and the rest of the Aesir refused. And so, war began. Many bloody battles ensued, and after many losses, the Asgardians surrendered, granting equal power to the Vanir.

As a show of good faith to each other, one of the Vanir and one of the Aesir would be married, combining both Kingdomsโ€™ power, and forever uniting the two realms. Astridโ€™s father had volunteered her for the job.

Astrid was the goddess of love, and was known throughout all of the nine realms for her beauty. Because of this, she had more than her fair share of suitors, and as long as they were of a respectable social class, she had her choice of whom she chose to marry. Or at least she thought she did.

Being the oldest daughter of the King of Alfheim, as well as being a goddess, Astrid was always being told what to do to maintain her perfect image. Always acting ladylike, never cussing, perfect posture, and definitely no messing around with men you werenโ€™t married to.

And though Astrid wished to be trained in combat with her brothers, her father and mother would not allow it. When she was told this, she threw a tantrum so loud, legend says that the entirety of the nine realms could hear her wails. Unable to handle the noise, her father proposed a compromise.

Though she would not be trained in knife and sword wielding, or hand-to-hand combat, she would be trained in the fine art of magic, and would eventually become a sorceress. She agreed immediately, and from that day forward she was taught by some of the most powerful magic wielders of all time, and eventually became extremely powerful herself.

She used that magic now, in her living quarters, to break the mirror in front of her, throwing the entire vanity across the room, and yelling out curse words that would cause her mother to faint.

She ripped up her pegasus-down pillows, causing feathers to float around the room like snow. She knocked all of her trinkets off of her dresser, causing them to crack. She ripped, she tore, she annihilated, trying anything to express her rage.

After what seemed like many hours, she calmed herself, taking a few deep breaths. If her father wanted her to go to Asgard, then to Asgard she would go. She would prove to him that she was more than just a fragile pretty face with no brains. She would show everyone not to underestimate her.

And that was a promise.

End of Chapter One [all parts can be found under the tag "crisp trepidation] I hope you enjoyed

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