Once all ago, there was a kingdom, there lived two princess, the eldest was a beautiful fierce hunter, fighter and violin player, the youngest was beautiful lady that sews her own clothing.
The two sister cherish each other every much, bu the eldest grew envious of her younger sister for all the attention that was given to her, so she shot her with an golden arrow in the chest and left her to die, but the God of the forest was displease with the sudden action.
So he surround the youngest with a gigantic tree of Roses and curse the eldest, that turn into a beast, the castle was deserted, the eldest hounds were curse as well. She spend the century alone inside her castle.
The eldest was very angry at what the God of the forest had done to her, she was always telling herself that she didn't deserved this, that she was innocent in this, so she would roar to the moon in anger for the curse that was place on her. And from that moment on the eldest was forever refereed to as 'The Damn Beast'.
"Again. Again, Ma ma." an excited little Blond boy bounce in his bed, his mother closes the book and sets it down with a smile, "Thor, you must rest, it is late and we have a big day tomorrow." she tells him, tucking him in and kiss his forehead.
"Mother, is the story about the two sisters true?" a black hair boy asks her, she turns and looks at him, walks over and tucks him in as well. "It is only true if you believe it is true." she tells him, he smiles. She kiss his temple "Good night Loki, Thor." she states. "Night mother." they say back to her.
She turns downs the lights and closes the door behind her, "Brother, do you think the beast exist?" Thor asks Loki. He just sigh.
"Maybe, but it's just a story, meant to scare us." he answers. Thor just snuggles under the covers,"Whatever, good night brother." Thor mumbles, Loki just turns over and looks out the window, looking at the city of London. Wondering if the story was true or not.