Her father noticed her as soon as she entered the room.

"Zima, there you are. I need to talk to you about what you did on Jotunheim-"

"That's not the only thing we need to talk about." She says. "While we were there, one of them attacked me, but instead of being burned by their freezing touch, my skin turned blue like theirs. Not only that, it happened again when I held the Casket just earlier to see if it was true. It should be impossible, but I saw it. Am I one of them, and if so, did you take me and why?"

He stood in silence for a moment, surprised at her behavior and audacity. Finally, he sighed and motioned for her to sit with him.

"I was hoping you'd never have to find out, but I guess I should've known a day like this would come. In the early days of the war, some of the Frost Giants tried to invade Asgard. Take the fight to us. They never got very far, but one of them managed to take the woman I loved. I feared what they would do to her, and did everything I could to try and get her back. It wasn't until the end of the war that I found her. She was still on their world, frozen and hurt, but somehow still alive. With her was a small child and the Giant that took her. I defeated him, and brought both her and the child back with me. A few days later, she had vanished, no one knowing where she was."

"You always said that my mother ran away when I was young. That woman was her, wasn't it? And I was the child."

"Yes. You were. At first, I didn't know what I was going to do with you once I had figured out what that Giant had done to her, but I knew I had to protect you."

"From what? The truth?"

"And from them. The chance that they would learn about you and decide to take you as well. Thankfully, the latter never happened."

"But what I don't understand is why you never told me that I was half Frost Giant. Why keep that from me."

"I thought at the time that it would be best if you never knew. I wanted to give you as much of a normal life here as I could. I only meant well, Zima."

The raven-haired woman was silent for a moment before she stood, leaving without saying a word. She made her way to her room where she pulled out her parchment and art kit as she began to sketch. She possessed great artistic skills which earned her the title of Goddess of Arts. She had created many beautiful designs over the years, but hasn't done anything major recently. There was never a need for it anymore, so she simply sketched for herself and her friends.

She drew a portrait of herself. She made it exactly as she is now, the ribbon and headpiece still in her messy raven hair, her blue dress, pale skin, and green eyes. She drew herself with a soft and gentle expression on her face. Once that was done, she drew another, making almost the exact same sketch. In this one, she had blue skin, red eyes, with a more serious look. When they were finished, she took them with her and went to look for her friends.