I opened my eyes and observed my surroundings. I was back in the museum. My heart was racing and my breath came in gasps. I looked about me to see the police officers rising to their feet. I needed to get out of the museum instantly.

I ran through the shattered glass and jumped over the broken window and stood on the grass where it was open.

I looked up at the sky and called out. 'Heimdall!'

The rainbow surrounded me almost instantly and I was flying up go Asgard with my word in hand.

When I tumbled through the gateway, I stood straight and saw Heimdall's welcoming face.

I smiled with tried to speak but no words came out. I was beyond shocked and now everything had felt completely different. I was only shown a portion of my memory but I knew it was all resorted. I remember visiting the Bifrost to join my brother in battle with Skad.

I remembered too many things at once. It was hard to process and my head started to pain.

Heimdall chuckled. 'You had quite the shock it seems. What did you see when you lifted that sword?'

I opened and closed my mouth, but no words were formed.

I stopped, shut my eyes, inhaled, and let out a long breath.

I opened my eyes and met Heimdall's. 'I got-'

I couldn't even finish the sentence. I was so overwhelmed that I was just about to tell someone that I had a memory. I HAVE A MEMORY!

I looked to the ground and tried again. 'My family... Titan's come and... it was the day of my... I remember... I remember it all.'

I looked up at Heimdall and saw him smile. 'You believed in yourself and never gave up. That's what got you to where you wanted.'

I smiled. 'Indeed.'

I managed to conceal my sword with the wave of my hands. Of course being trickery and magic, it was green. I had actually learnt it all myself when I was told to erase my battle side. I thought that very absurd of father to do. So, I studied using the books in the library and taught myself.

I practically skipped out of the Bifrost and headed straight for Asgard's prison. When I arrived I looked for Loki's corner cell. He was reading as he meant against the back wall.

I stood in front of his cell and waited for him to look up. He finished a sentence and met my eyes.

'I told you I didn't bed your help.' I had a very small victorious smirk on my face.

Loki furrowed his bro in confusion. 'What?'

I shrugged. 'You know, how you thought I could use your help and would be better off with it? I was glad I rejected the offer. I would've gotten nowhere. We would've gone round and round in circles just so you could be of benefit. Me however, hardly has been on Asgard and found out her past with practically no help.'

Loki didn't approve. 'Impossible.'

I chuckled. 'Oh but it was.'

I revealed my sword with the wave of my hands. I showed Loki two things in that moment, I partook in trickery and had the sword that he surely was aware of.

He stood and walked over to me with caution. His eyes stared at the sword in my hand, then looked up at my own.

His expression and voice was quizzical. 'How do I know this isn't just a trick?'

I turned to a guard and walked to them. Turning back, I watched Loki to know if he could see. I handed my sword out UB front the guard, knowing he would drop it. He grabbed it, but when I let go it immediately fell to the ground with a clang.

I picked it up and being near the entrance, I left without another word. I'm sure Loki was stunned and I was beyond proud. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I effortlessly swung the sword in circles, proud of my accomplishments

I walked past Frigga as she stopped to observe the sword in my hand.

She smiled. 'You seem to be proud of your sword Lady Rosalie. It certainly is a lovely weapon now isn't it?'

I turned to her and smiled brightly. 'Why yes it is. It's Lady Freyja too by the way.' I looked to the loyal sword in my hand. 'Its quite the companion, I have seen, or rather, remember.'

Frigga raised her eyebrows in a shocked manner, maintaining her beautiful elegance at the same time. 'I am so pleased to here you have regained your memory dear. I knew you could do it.' She walked up to me and held a hand of mine in both of hers. 'I knew there was more to you than we thought, than you thought. You are very special, and you mustn't take that for granted either.'

I shrugged while concealing my sword with a wave of my hand. 'I shan't, however a promise is not to be made. I will use my abilities to the advantage of everyone, not just myself, as I have always done.' I knew Frigga was a wise witch who I wanted to seek advice and wisdom from. 'I must ask though, could you help me with my trickery? I'm just a little rusty and think I could upgrade on what little I have learnt and know.'

Frigga titled her head. 'How long do you plan to stay?'

I shrugged. 'Not too long really.'

Frigga smiled. 'Then I shall teach you as much of what I know before you leave.'

I impulsively hugged Frigga. She was taken aback at first but warmly returned the gesture. She felt like a second mother to me, even though I didn't know her much. She was the most caring being I knew. She took care of others and treated them like her own child.

I let go of Frigga and turned to leave, calling behind me. 'We shall start tomorrow if you're okay with that?'

I heard Frigga respond with a happy tone. 'Tomorrow morning, at your home.'

I lifted my arm in the air and gave her a thumbs up before I turned the corner and skipped out of the palace. I got to my temporary home and revealed my sword with the wave of my right hand.

In that moment, I felt like a child playing with a toy. I swung the light sword around, imagining a battle breaking out in my home. I  hid behind walls and objects before I jumped out and swung at my opponent.

I was hiding next to the door of my bedroom before I jumped out and swung at the head of my imaginary enemy. He was the last of them and with a punch in the face and a stab through the heart, he no longer fought.

They put up a great battle though. Their tactic's were quite impressive, except it wasn't a match for my skills.

The battle I had just imagined was like what my brother and I used to do. We would imagine the enemy fight them off, occasionally using props like bags of grain as the bodies. Whoever found the torn and spilling bags would complain to father and he would have to tell us over and over again that we were to stop our imagination and be who we were meant to be.

I thought it quite absurd that father didn't want me going into battle when half of me literally was that. I was always so jealous that my brother got to take all the glory of the battles when he could fight, so I snuck in a few times and thankfully my brother fully understood and supported me of it. He never told father and never got mad at me when I showed up half way through the battles.

We were a beautiful family and it was taken from me. At least they would be resting peacefully in Valhalla.

Gaining my memory to the fullest was more than I could have imagined. I thought I would only have few of my memories, not all, but I did.

Now, because if that, I finally felt like everything was right in my life.

I walked to my bed and slumped down onto it. I sat and stared at the floor, proud of my life. I looked down at my sword in my hands. It was gorgeous indeed. The cross guard definitely had roses covering it and the grip had a twist to it, but there was a name etched into the cross guard. It was in Asgardian and read Freyja, I flipped it to see Skad on the other side. Either the Midgardians slapped together what they thought they could read or they made up some name, because when it said my name was Rosalie from the sword, they got that all wrong. I was Freyja, the correct name etched into the sword. I was Freyja Njordsdottir.

Everything had changed. It all felt so different and just more free. I felt complete.

I moved to lay down on my back and stare at the ceiling, concealing my sword so I no longer held it. I remembered the first vision I ever saw when I arrived on Asgard. My brother and I had just finished a duel and he lost, like usual. He went to mother for support as I went to father.

I remember the many feasts that we held in the palace. Many people gathered and we sipped on the finest wine and delicacies. We laughed in the dim light of the candles. The sun wasn't as bright as that of Midgard. The black space that surrounded us was dimming and the sun wasn't close enough to be hot and blinding like earths.

Hence the candles and torches that were amongst the more shaded places.

I was an incredibly happy being. Being the first born, I was supposed to rule after father, of course that wasn't going to happen anymore. I wasn't like Loki. It was too long ago in the last to try and claim it now. Things had changed as well, so I wouldn't have the slightest clue as to how things rolled in the palace.

I was glad though. I had my freedom and could fight any battle I wanted, although with Odin, he had made an excellent job to maintain peace and keep the nine reams at bay.

I couldn't be as great as he. The Allfather was doing a marvelous job, and I gave him credit for it.

Back when I was truly the princess and next in line, I had to be as elegant as one could be and maintain my stature with the people of Asgard. If I was to be next in line I had to make sure that I was conversing with the Aesir and cradling little babies as I wished for my own one day. I greeted children and put a smile on their faces. It was a dream.

Of course I had to spend time with my good friends. We always played small games and laughed our way through everything. One day I met this guy, his name was Odr. I loved him so, even though others viewed him as mad. He was the God of divine madness, fury, frantic, vehement, and eager. Many proposed to me but I never could have loved them in the slightest as to what I did for Odr. He was taken in the Titan battle on our wedding day though.

I was to never see him again, although I had a new life now. My memories almost seemed like I was living the memory of someone else's life, not my own. So I had no, or little grief for the absence of my entire childhood family and friends.

My life I was living at that moment was new. I started fresh and was gaining new friends, a new family. I could be someone completely different if I wanted, because it wouldn't change the relationship to others in my past.

One thing I wished I could have from my past was my cloak though. It was made of flacon feathers and gave flight to anyone who wore it, but from where I left it, those feathers would've burnt to ashes.

I was powerful enough with the magic I possessed as a witch and my sword that went with it. I used to lend my cloak to other gods when they needed it since I didn't have too much use for it.

At my young age, I used to be seen as a powerful goddess among Asgard. I wasn't originally an Aesir though. My family were Vanir's and had been accepted by Asgard to live there as God's and Goddesses. With the power that the Aesir saw in my father and the great potential that he had, they adopted him as king when the other passed away.

My brother and I were quite young so I do not remember the events of that happening.

I thought my father suited for king, but he wasn't so great at parenting. He restricted me of who I was and that wasn't something I ever understood or supported. I drowned many races in blood regardless of what my father said. I couldn't stop myself. I loved battle too much. It was constantly running through my veins and the power that surged through them made me feel like I would go crazy if I didn't display it and release it in wars.

I laughed every time I remembered how races in other realms would think my brother and I were going to die because we were too young. We hadn't been fighting for that long but we certainly surprised a lot of the people with our skills.

I sighed at my life. It was a blast and I was glad I lived it.

I lifted myself from my bed and went to have my dinner. I decided upon some wine, bread, grapes, nuts, yogurt, and some chicken.

As I ate my food, I smiled as I was reminded of the great life I never thought was possible to live.