Odin closed his eyes as he tried to shut out the images in his head.
The images of crimson red blood splattered across the pure white snow, screams in the distance, families and children dead.
Ones again, all Odin had managed to spread was death and destruction. He had to… to protect his own realm.
Still, the lives he had taken were countless, the screams that had silenced still echoed over these icy fields as Odin walked with all his men.
He wish he could ask for forgiveness, but who would he ask? He himself was the all father, there was no one higher than that.
Was there still good in his soul? A part that could be saved? Odin did was unable to tell that himself.
"Your majesty?" His warrior next to him asked.
Odin shook his head. The war was finally over, well for now. The Jotunnhein were now so few in numbers and so weak they would no longer dare to attack, that would be suicide. Even the proude Laufy had admitted to that.
Though he had not been late to gloat that his son was soon to be born, a son which he claimed would be the biggest and greatest of all Frost Giants, and one day it was this son he would send to end Odins life.
Odins thoughts drifted towards his own son… Thor whom was nothing but a small toddler himself, what kind of world was he creating for his son?
Would Laufys son and his own one day meet in combat, destined to kill each other? Was their parents feud destined to be passed unto them?
Then suddenly Odin halted… He didn't know what it was but his head turned.
"Sire?" His guard asked.
"Wait here." Odin asked holding up a hand, then he stated to walk, walk across the gletcher. He was unsure what drew him in this direction, back towards Laufy's lair.
Then suddenly Odin halted as in front of him, he saw a little bundle, already half covered in snow. Odin hesitated, but finally stepped forward, he bowed down and picked up the tiny little bundle then realized. It was a baby!
A tiny blue skinned little baby, whom could not possible be more than a few hours old. The baby though wasn't moving and Odins heart clinged… Was it dead? Was that why it was here?
Slowly Odin moved a hand to touch the baby's forehead… It was icy cold. But then again, this was a frost giant baby. Even if it was the tiniest smallest frost giant baby Odin had ever seen.
Were frost giant babies supposed to be this small? Then Odin realized no…. He had seen newly born frost giant babies before, and they were by the very least three times bigger than this, and would always be full of energy and vigor when they first came to the world, demanding their first meal with their wales upon their first breath.
This baby though… Was frighteningly still. Odin examined the childs mouth and then his eyes widened. The child was breathing! It was alive! "Hang on!" Odin asked. "If you are to live, you must fight for your life now!" he stated.
Slowly, the childs eyes opened, though only just enough to show a bit of the bright red iris, then it closed its eyes again.
Odin swallowed, then he wrapped the cloth back around the child and held it tight as he returned to his warriors whom all looked at him with questioning eyes.
A guard gained a glimpse of the childs face. "A frost giant baby." he breathed.
"He was… Alone." Odin admitted. "Abandoned."
"That child is not going to survive the night sire." The guard had to admit. "Look at him, he is to small. To weak."
Odin nodded. "Yes. That is probably true." he agreed. "At least though, he wont have to die alone." he stated. "Let us return to Asgard." and they all nodded in agreement.
