I watched Frozen. I love Elsa - and I adore the Avengers with a passion. This is my best attempt at uniting the two. I hope you enjoy!
991 A.D., the outskirts of Tønsberg, Norway.
A generation had passed since the Jotünn had invaded, and the place was still bloody cold.
-"Father, when will the gods come? I want to see the Rainbow Bridge!" -asked Lene, daughter of Arnbjörn.
The man in question smiled sadly. "It will not be long now, daughter. You would do best to brace, their arrival is usually quite potent." -he said.
The child gave a toothy grin, tucking herself into a mock of a fighting stance, one she'd most likely seen her father practice before.
Some time passed, with the child asking his father all sorts of inane questions, and the man indulging her with wild answers and tales to astonish. The skies turned gray, all of a sudden, and the man knew, once he saw the swirling vortex descending upon Midgard, that the two of them were about to be in the presence of their gods.
The Bifröst touched down with an enormous rumble, sending a cloud of dust and snow swirling around. A mighty neigh was heard, then, heralding the arrival of the All-Father, sat astride Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse.
Arnbjörn immediately took a fist to his chest and kneeled, beckoning for his child to do the same.
-"Rise, Arnbjörn, son of Ingvar. The All-Father would have words with thee." -said a quiet voice, that somehow managed to sound powerful.
The man did as was asked, and came face to face with an enormous man, taller and stronger than any he'd ever seen. His golden war helm and armor gleamed like the morning sun, and the scepter he held thrummed with power.
-"All-Father. I have done as you asked. This is my only heir, Lene Arnbjörnsdöttir. I humbly beg of you that you might reconsider…" -he said, agitatedly.
Odin narrowed the eye not covered by his helm. "Once, you asked for my aid, and that of the warriors of Asgard. I brought the might of my armies, and the blades of my men, and many of them paid the ultimate price."
-"Yes, All-Father, but I did not think…"
The Aesir looked at the mortal king in contempt. "You mortals rarely do. When I answered your call, I warned you fairly - I would take something of yours, when the time came. You eagerly accepted my terms. I would have your daughter."
The man's expression looked incredibly downcast, and Odin's own expression softened. "However, I am not without pity or compassion. As you are well aware, that makes for a poor ruler. I will not keep your daughter from you. But her and her line will bear a curse that will eventually turn to blessing - one that may very well save your Realm and the other Eight from doom one day."
Arnbjörn looked lost, perhaps in regret of the rash, yet necessary promise he'd made to the god when his father's kingdom had been besieged by the Jotünn. "I'll do it, my lord." -said his girl, surprising both elders.
Odin kneeled, barely able to look the wee lass in the eye. "You would sacrifice yourself for your kingdom and your world?"
-"Aye." -said the girl, defiantly.
The All-Father picked her up, chuckling. "This one would make a fine playmate for Thor. You are very brave, lassie. I have little doubt that your name will join the ones chanted in the Mead Halls of Asgard, for all eternity."
The girl looked awestruck as the god set him down. Odin then picked up Gungnir, the badge of his office, and tapped the child in the chest with the tip of the spear. The divine metal stuck to the girl's skin, who began to shout, confused and in pain, as a symbol branded itself into her chest - an intricate snowflake, dark blue in color, no bigger than the child's hand.
King Arnbjörn looked away, willing himself not to immediately pounce on the god hurting his girl. Odin chanted away in some strange, unknown language, and the staff became charged with blue energy, and covered in frost. The calm weather around them turned to a blizzard, and the man's teeth chattered as the temperature dropped such that his breath froze in midair.
Lene's skin turned blue, runes and lines appearing on her skin, her eyes turning red and her teeth becoming crooked and wild. And then, as suddenly as the All-Father had started the process, everything returned to normality. The girl looked as she had before, and the weather returned to normal. The only evidence that anything had happened was the symbol on the child's chest, and the tired figure of Odin, whose power had apparently been spent.
-"Go now, King Arnbjörn. Enjoy your daughter, cherish the time you have. I will tend to my family as well. But do not forget: this curse was brought to your daughter by your hand."
King Arnbjörn would remember these words last, on his deathbed. He would eventually pass on to Valhalla, though not before sharing a tearful good-bye with his beloved daughter. In the years after the encounter with the god, he'd wonder - just what curse had he placed upon his family's future?
This is purely setup. Just what did Odin do? Ask away and ye shall receive an answer! Until next time - Darthkvzn