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AN: So I did some thinking and I realized that my story had some holes in it, things that didn't really make sense. So I'm adding some things to make it make a bit more sense. This is the rewrite.

Prologue

London - July 17, 1997

Freya Black strode swiftly down the rain soaked cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley as rain poured down upon them. She had gone out to get one last gift for her little girl, Alexandra Frigga Black, who was turning a year old tomorrow.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, dark and dull as the clouds overhead, reflecting the state of their world. The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was after anyone who didn't follow him or support his aims. She and her husband, Sirius, were part of the resistance, trying to save the world from Voldemort and his followers, his Death Eaters.

Freya pulled her woolen cloak closer to her body, shivering in the chilly air, as she glided toward the entrance. She was nearly there when she heard them. She spun around, her emerald eyes sharp as she took in the three in front of her.

"Hello Lady Black," one of them sneered. She glared at the disrespectful tone.

"So this is how it ends? Three on one?"

"This was how it was always going to end," the second answered.

"Bellatrix," she hissed.

"Tonight, we will make an example of you," the third lauded.

Freya looked at the Death Eaters and knew she would not make it through the night to see her child. Tears prickled at her eyes and a lump filled her throat. She would never see her daughter grow into the beautiful young woman she was meant to be, never see her get married, or have children of her own. A tear slid down her cheek, mixing with the cold rain falling from the sky. She tilted her head back and let the rain soak her face and her hair.

A new determination filled her being and she slowly brought her head down, opening her eyes. She reached inside herself and took down the block on her Asgardian powers. She felt the familiar thrum of her magic and a smirk crossed her face. "I should tell you something before I kill you," the Death Eaters looked unfazed. "I am no mere mortal witch. I am Freya Odindottir, Princess of Asgard and daughter of King Odin, Allfather, and Queen Frigga, Allmother. I will not make this easy," she promised.

The pure power radiating from her shocked the Death Eaters and for a second, it almost made them reconsider what they were about to do.

Freya called her magic to her hands and sent a bright blue bolt at one of them. He went flying and the other two were shaken from their doubts, sending hexes at her. She dodged them swiftly, as if she hadn't been away from the training fields of Asgard and her best friend, Lady Sif.

The fight continued to escalate and Freya gasped when she received a blasting hex to the ribs. She teleported behind the Death Eater and wrenched his neck around. He fell to her feet, his neck at an odd angle. She dodged the other male Death Eater and stabbed him between his ribs, straight into his heart with a jeweled dagger she always kept on her in case she should need it. "Thank you, Loki, for the dagger," she uttered.

Freya turned to face Bellatrix and the dark witch was prepared. She shoved her own dagger into Freya's ribs, the blade embedded with poison. The pain made her feel as if she was burning alive from the inside out. She took the final block off, allowing Heimdall to see her. She coughed and blood came out of her mouth as Bellatrix moved backwards, grinning like a mad woman, her eyes psychotically bright. "You will lose," she gasped out, falling to her knees.

"Perhaps, but you won't be around to see it," she cackled. She apparated out just as a rainbow of light came crashing down about ten feet in front of her.

Freya collapsed to the side, cold droplets hitting her face like needles. "NO!" she heard her brother, Thor, yell. She turned her head to see him, Loki, Lady Sif and the Warriors three rushing to her.

"Freya!" Thor knelt beside her and held up her shoulders with one of his strong arms.

"I'm...sorry..." she whispered, swallowing hard. She reached into a pocket and took out a small package. "Give this...to my baby," she begged, tears falling down her cheeks.

"A child?" Loki breathed, tears falling down his own pale cheeks.

"Please..." her hand trembled and Loki took the gift, his throat constricting as a lump formed. "I just...wanted to prove...myself."

"Don't speak, we must get you to Lady Eir, she will heal you," Thor said, lifting her up into his arms.

Loki watched the light leave Freya's eyes and her head lolled to the side, landing on Thor's chest. Loki reached over, his hand trembling, as he closed her eyes.

They walked back to the Bifrost site, tears streaming down Loki and Thor's faces. "Heimdall...open the Bifrost," Volstagg said hoarsely.

They arrived back at the bridge and Loki conjured a shroud to cover their sister. "I am sorry, my Princes. I failed," Heimdall murmured.

"She has a daughter, find her," Loki told the Gatekeeper.

"I will," Heimdall promised.

They walked over to the horses and mounted them. Thor adjusted his hold on Freya and they rode toward the city, Sif and the Warriors Three surrounding them to keep them away from the preying eyes of the people.

They rode up to the castle and dismounted, Thor still holding Freya. They walked in and went to the throne room where Odin and Frigga were waiting. Frigga was pacing, her arms wrapped around her chest. Odin sat on the throne, his fingers drumming on the armrest. "We were too late," Thor choked.

He laid their sister's body down on the floor and Frigga stumbled over to Freya's body. She fell to her knees and gut wrenching sobs tore from her throat. Odin closed his one and a tear slid down his weathered cheek. He rested his hand on his wife's shoulder, his heart feeling as if it was being broken in two.

"We shall send her body to Valhalla," he proclaimed, a lump in his throat making it difficult to speak.

"Father," Loki began, his grief nearly consuming him. "Freya has a daughter who will be a year old tomorrow, she got her infant a gift. May we go and give it to her?"

"Freya's husband still lives?" Odin asked.

"He does," Thor replied, sitting next to his sister's head.

"We will watch over him and the child, ensure their safety, for that is what Freya would want," Odin commanded. Loki nodded and the family moved to a private sitting room to share in their grief together.

The next evening, Freya's body was prepared for the funeral, and put in a boat with flowers around her and a veil over her face. The boat was sent out and all watched, letting lanterns float up to the heavens as the archers released flaming arrows. Several struck the boat and lit it aflame in the night.

Just as it was about to go over the edge, Odin cast his daughter's body into the stars to create a new constellation. Frigga buried her face in her husband's chest, unable to believe her daughter was truly gone. The King held her close as the family mourned.

Odin, Thor, and Loki went to Heimdall later that night, as Frigga lay in bed inconsolable. "Good evening, My King," Heimdall greeted.

"Do you see my granddaughter?" Odin asked.

"I do," Heimdall replied, looking out onto Midgard. "She does not understand why her mother does not return nor does she understand why her father cries for the loss of his wife."

"Who is her husband?" Thor croaked.

"A good man who enjoyed creating mischief but he is brave and a very skilled warrior," Heimdall began, "Sirius Black, of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, knew Freya since he was eleven years old. He was from an ancient family that believed in the purity of magical blood. He was disowned at 16 for not joining the Death Eaters and went to live with his brother in all but blood, James Potter. When he and Freya were to be married, she confessed what she was, who her family was and where she was from. Sirius took it in stride and told her it made no difference in how he felt for her. He and Freya married when they were 19 and last year, had their first child, a daughter they named Alexandra Frigga Black. She looks like Freya, but with hair as black as night and eyes of purist silver."

"She is well taken care of?" Loki asked.

"Yes, the young demi-goddess will be a very powerful sorceress when she reaches the age of majority," Heimdall informed them.

"We will watch over her and when she reaches the age of Majority, we will tell her of her mother's family," Odin decreed.

"Yes Father," Thor and Loki intoned. Odin nodded to the Gatekeeper and the three of them went back to the palace, the necklace still clutched in Loki's hand.