Since your birthday hadn't been celebrated, Frigga had kindly woken you up and offered to do your hair for the day. She had promised to take you out to the village. It was supposed to be a wonderful day.

As you sat in front of the vanity, Frigga braided your hair, telling you about how she beated Thor in a game of chess. Honestly, you loved those stories. She went on telling you about everything and nothing. Conversation always flowed with her.

"And guess who I ran into yesterday?" she said excitedly. You had a grin on your face.

"I don't know, oh, did you see Heimdall again?" you squeaked.

"I did!"

"It's been awhile since I've seen him. He's always on duty," you whined.

"Oh, I know. Odin should really give the poor man some time off, but it is necessary that we secure-"

The door of your room opened violently.

"There you are, spoiled brat," Loki spat. The frown he wore, quickly faded when he spotted Frigga, and his mouth fell open. You chuckled inwardly at his reaction, pleased with the frown that adorned Frigga's face. Loki pressed his lips together in a thin line, jealously radiation off him.

You stuck your tongue out.

"That's not a way of talking to a lady, Loki," Frigga sternly told her son, continuing to braid your hair. She opened her mouth again, but Loki interrupted her; already approaching you.

"Oh, mother, it is not meant to be mean. It's my pet name for her, right Y/N?" He stared at you as if wanting to choke you right on the spot. You smirked at him and decided not to answer, which didn't please him in the slightest. If eyes could kill...

He stepped closer to you, his large figure bent over your sitting form, towering and intimidating you with his hight as he put on a forced smile. Both of his hands reached for his face, the moment Frigga was done with your hair, and he pinched your cheeks rather harsh. Your face cringed as his grip tightened.

"Oh, I love you so much," he forced the words passed his teeth before letting go of you and eyeing his mother. Frigga sighed and crossed her hands over her chest. Loki cleared his throat, his gaze sliding from his mom to you. He lifted his hand again and patted the top of your head.

"Don't touch it," Frigga told him. "I just did her hair." Loki held his hands up, grinning. Frigga eventually did too.

"Father told me to get everyone in the Throne room. Unfortunately, Thor cannot attend because he has a hangover," Loki announced. Frigga tilted her head to the side, requiring more information.

"What is it about?" she asked. Loki shrugged. You frowned, sensing something was out of joint.

Loki led Frigga and you to the Throne room, where Odin sat on his throne, his finger nervously hitting the golden armrest. Frigga quickly rushed to him, sensing his was tense. She whispered something to him, he answered, too quiet for you to catch it. Frigga turned pale.

"Where is Thor?" Odin inquired. Loki grinned, smug with the answer to the question.

"Hungover. That's no way for a next king to behave, is it?" Odin rolled his eyes.

"Quit it, Loki. We have important matter to discuss. Y/N, dear, would you come a bit closer so we can have a conversation?" You nervously licked your lips, approaching the royal couple while Loki was only steps behind you.

"Is something the matter?" you asked. An anxious knot formed in your stomach. Odin nodded, looking at his wife from the corner of his eye as she grasped his shoulder for support.

"Yes, Y/N, you could say that." Odin rose from his throne, stepped down the dais and stopped in front of you. He only towered a litte above you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, giving them an assuring squeeze. His eyes met yours, and you felt your heart sink at his next few words. "I've had bad news this morning from Vanaheim. Unfortunately, both of your parents have passed away. I'm sorry, dear."

You didn't know how they expected you to react, but they were surprised to see you freeze. Your brain stopped working, emotions got cut off. All you could think of was how you would never see their face again, never remeber how they looked. Guilt sank in your veins, spreading all over your body. You frowned and looked down.

"I don't-" Your breath got stuck in your throat. "I'm never going to see them again." Frigga stepped towards you, hugged you from the side and placed a kiss on your temple. "I feel like I didn't know them." Your heart hammered its way through your ribcage. "How did they..."

Odin sighed, too afraid to answer.

"They killed them, Y/N. The Frostgiants did, we're so sorry," Odin whispered to you. Your legs shook beneath your body.

A pale hand met your shoulder, his thumb circling patterns across your shoulder.

"I'm sorry to bother you further, Y/N, but we must act quick," Odin apologized. Your mind wandered between the past and the present and you tried to focus on what the King in front of you said. "Vanaheim needs someone to sit on the throne... they need you."

"You're the Queen of Vanaheim," Frigga told you. The hand on your shoulder tightened its grip, to an extend that it became extremely painful.

"I beg you pardon?" Loki's voice cut through the room. Odin glared at his son. "She's way too young."

"Loki, keep out of this. Y/N is an adult, we'll-"

"She doens't even know how to rule a Kingdom. Do you?" he spat in your face. You shook your head.

"She doens't need to, we'll guide her through everything she needs to know," Frigga told you.

"You must be kidding. You're going to put a child on the throne of Vanaheim? You're going to get her killed too," Loki said before taking his leave. He was furious. Panick reflected in your eyes, along with hurt. You thought about your parents; they needed you to do this.

"I don't know what to do," you admitted. "I don't know anything about what to do." Your voice quavered, tears blurred your vision.

"Don't worry child, we will come with you, bring peace to Vanaheim." You doubted it, you started doubting everything. How were you suppose to stop the war going on between Vanaheim and the tumultuous Jotunheim?