Upon returning to Zevran's camp come the morning light, they were met by the camps leader, an older elf, she had faded blonde hair and a forehead crease you could play hide and seek in, just from looking at her Mirana could tell she was probably someone who she would not get along with, "Zevran!" She immediately yelled upon seeing him.

"You left camp last night and didn't return." She scolded, "Come morning, you show up with an unwelcome outsider." She growled, "She is not unwelcome because I chose to invite her here you rude old shrew!" He raised his voice to keep her from insulting Mirana further, "You watch your mouth boy or I'll-" "You'll what?" He sarcastically asked as he cut her off, "Force me to the wilds." He laughed, knowing she did not have the authority to do it without the agreement of at least half the camp.

As soon as the woman left, huffing and mumbling profanities, Zevran quickly turned to Mirana and apologized for the old womans behaviour, "I'll show you to my shelter, you can share it with me, since it was made for three, there should be plenty of room." He said as he smiled at her sincerely.

"Thank you for all of this." She whispered, "You are very much welcome," he paused for a minute, "Would it be acceptable for me to call you my family?" He questioned quietly, "I- uhm, I don't mind." She chose her words very carefully to make sure she didn't appear suspicious to her newly found brother.

Throughout that day Mirana helped Zevran with any work he was assigned and in return, every break they took he would help her with learning the arts of elvish magic, she had yet to teach him any Asgardian magic but he didn't mind just spending time with the woman that felt like a long lost sibling, little did he know that she actually was his long lost sibling, but soon enough he would find that out.

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A while had passed, years had passed actually, it was late one night, Mirana was writing about the days events, Zevran was sitting across the room, leaning against the wall, tossing an orb of magic between his hands absently, turning it from shades of yellow to green back to shimmering gold.

"Mirana, it's urgent!" Heimdall's voice echoed in her head, "Your brother, Alistair, Jotunheim is being destroyed, help him." His voice was frantic but weak, she dropped the parchment she was writing on immediately, drawing Zevran's attention, "What's wrong?" He hurried to stand up as she raced pass him, "I need to go to Jotunheim, no questions, answer them later." She replied as he raced behind her through the wilds toward the cliff.

Trying to warn her that she wouldn't survive the cold of Jotunheim for even a mere minute, but she was smaller than him, so by the time he caught up to her, she was already teleporting herself away to the coldest of the nine realms.

He defeatedly turned away as tears brimmed his eyes, to his knowledge, she was already dead, elves couldn't withstand the cold very long, especially not the cold world of the frost giants.

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Zevran made his way back to his shelter by the light of summoned fireflies, something he and Mirana learned was possible by using Elvish and Asgardian magic at the same time, upon getting back to camp, he realized that no other elves were awake, it was dark, of course they weren't, so he just walked into his shelter and broke down, because again he had lost his family.

Finally when his tears cleared, he noticed the parchment Mirana was writing on, without a second thought he picked the paper up and started to decode the Asgardian words as best he could since he was just learning the new language.

Not being a native to Asgard it was somewhat difficult to read the words, so he started to recall a spell Mirana taught him, one to translate written words to all-speak, she taught him that so he could study Asgardian magic from one of the few books she had brought with her to Alfheim.

He cast the magic onto the parchment simply enough, the words sounded around him in Mirana's voice, "Today was extremely fun, the Dwarves came for the festivities of the season of bloom, they brought some surprisingly delicious ale, sour but rather delectable, they brought enough to share with our camp and I was able to witness the elders of camp sweeten the remaining ale at the end of the festival with the early lavender blooms, I must say, I had an extremely amazi-" her voice cut off when the words stopped being written just before she bolted out of the shelter.

Tears came to his eyes again at the thought of never seeing her again, he needed to hear her voice again, so he retrieved a piece of parchment that she had previously written on and cast magic onto it too, making her voice echo around himself again.

"Learning of the Elvish culture has been rather fun, the half elf, court mage on Asgard, Elle Calora, told me very little about the elves, she was secretive, but what she did tell me has completely been true, I love living here on Alfheim, not just because of living with Zevran or because of the kindness he shows me, but because I finally have one of the brothers I never knew I had, the only thing that saddens me is that I have yet to find the perfect time to tell him the truth, maybe one day I'll have to find Alistair, that might be the day I tell him, tell them both, but until then I shall keep this to myself, for fear of loosing his trust, or making him hate me, I do howsoever wish I knew which parent I shared with him, he speaks of them both often enough, but I have yet to share that one of them happens to be my birth parent too." As soon as her voice carried off his mouth hung open, shocked at what he had just learned.

He took off running out of the camp again, this time with determination to save his sister, he didn't know teleportation magic, but he sure as hell could try to save the sister he didn't know he had until moments before.

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On Jotunheim:

As soon as Mirana arrived on Jotunheim her blue frost giant skin covered her whole body, a common reaction to get from the extreme cold when you're a frost giant who has lived years away from others such as yourself for so long.

When she gathered her senses she realised what was going on around her, Jotunheim was definitely being destroyed, around her she could hear the ice towers falling, men running for their lives, women and children wailing for their fallen loved ones, "Heimdall where is he?" She screamed toward the sky, she got no audible reply but she in her mind she seen an extremely small frost giant, well, extremely small for a frost giant, but still taller than her.

She took off running toward the palace, searching everywhere on the way, nearby yet another tower overhead was cracking, about to fall, the groud was shaking, destruction and panic, it was everywhere.

"Son, daughter!" two voices faintly echoed around her just as another ice tower was about to fall from above, to her side she glanced where two frost giants were running frantically, hunting for their children, openly ignoring the small, green eyed, pointed eared frost giant who was also looking for someone she intended on saving.

The ground under her was shattering soon enough, as she ran, screaming for Alistair, probably unable to even be heard over the sound of the realm falling apart, screams of terror and sorrow, just then, the small frost giant she seen had tackled her, throwing her out of the way of a falling chunk of ice, "Alistair!" She screamed, "We need to go!" She tried to tell him but he was already heading toward a nearby tumbling tower.

She was running behind him, maneuvering swiftly between groups of those running for safety, trying to tell him they needed to leave but either he was ignoring her or he just couldn't hear over the destruction around them.

Soon enough he seemed to have spotted what he was looking for because he sped up, so did she, in front of them, two frost giants started to run toward Alistair, just as the world beneath Mirana's feet started to give way, in front of Alistair the ground started to crumble too, stopping him in his tracks as the two racing toward him started falling into an abyss.

Alistair dropped to his knees and screamed in anguish, Mirana sped to his side and dropped to her knees, "Alistair, they're gone, we need to go!" She screamed over the echoing chaos as she tried to pull him from his position but he didn't budge "My parents." He just whispered.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." She whispered this time, knowing he couldn't hear her anyway and any longer that they stayed, it was endangering the both of them, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly, hoping her teleportation magic was enough to safely get the both of them back to Alfheim.

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Back on Alfheim:

By the time Zevran reached the edge of the woods where the cliff was, magic was already settling, shocked beyond belief, there sat two frost giants, he looked closely as the smaller of the two stood up, he couldn't believe his eyes, a frost giant with pointed ears, and fully green eyes.

When her eyes met his, he realized it was Mirana, her blue skin started to fade in areas, revealing the pale skin and green elf vines in some of the spots that were icy blue, he was seeing her true form and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Mirana?" His voice cracked as he hesitantly stepped closer, "I'm sorry Zev." Was the only thing she could say to him before turning back to Alistair, "Alistair, I'm sorry I couldn't save your parents too, but Jotunheim was being destroyed, you're my family, I had to save you." She kneeled down beside him and placed a hand on his back carefully to comfort him.

Alistair soon started sobbing uncontrollably, immediately throwing his arms around Mirana, causing her to turn fully blue once again, frost was forming on his cheeks from his tears, Zevran slowly approached the two, not really knowing what to do, he just lowered himself to the ground nearby as he quietly watched Mirana comfort her blue brother.

Very slowly Zevran started to speak Asgardian as best he could so perhaps Alistair could understand what he was about to say, "You know, in Asgard I'm pretty sure they believe once someone dies, their loved ones can feel when their spirit turns into a star, I don't know if it's true, but if it's true, I'm sure your parents are the brightest shining stars up there tonight." Zevran comforted, reciting some of the words Mirana had once said to him when he had just lost his parents.

Authors note:

I know, updates are slow, but I swear I'm working on some updates, very slowly, but still working on it.
First chance I get I already have a plan to binge write for an entire day since I literally have zero chapters previously written and ready for posting, because usually I write at night where even autocorrect can't catch all of my mistakes.
Feel free to check out some of my other works while you impatiently wait for the next chapter. 💜