"I'm going to die soon!" Angrboða said as she caressed her round belly. Heimdall looked at her with surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that I wont be there to see our daughter grow up." she smiled at him.
"Don't say that. You can't possibly know this."
"Oh, but I do. You know that I can see the future." Angrboða took one hand off her belly and placed it on her lovers cheek, cupping it gently.
He leaned int it as he answered "Yes, but you have never predicted any deaths before."
"As true as that might be, I have always seen my own end. All things end and my death will make way for something greater. And by far more important."
A single tear formed in Heimdall's eye and rolled down, to land in the palm of his lover's hand. "How can you say that? You are the most important thing to me!" She merely smiled at him with all her love and warmth.
Soon after that Angrboða gave birth to her only daughter. As soon as the little girl was born, her mother looked at Asgard's gatekeeper, smiled happily and said "I have seen her future and she will be amazing. Don't mourn my death, but celebrathe her life. Alfdís!" and with naming her daughter Angrboða gave her last breath.
My father told me the story of my birth many a times, yet whenever he looked at me all he ever saw was my mother. White as snow with long, flowing, black hair. The only thing I have inherited of my father were his golden eyes. And the ability that came with them.
But I was far from an unhappy child. With Father working most of the time, I had the privileges of going about Asgard and exploring it as I pleased. By the time I was five years old, I was probably the only one knowing our realm as well as I did. Apart, perhaps of Heimdall himsef. I was once again on one of my excursions about my favourite area of the brook in the forest when I met him. A boy, no more than three years older than me, with hair as black as mine, but deep blue, almost grey, eyes. I froze and, as soon as he noticed me, so did he. Slowly we closed in on each other. My instincts told me to be careful around him, but I never showed caution when it came to things like that. "Who are you!?" He demanded wit an air of arrogance even stronger than those found in aristrocracy.
I crossed my arms and stepped back "why should I tell you? Get away from my brook!"
he laughed "your brook? This brook doesn't belong to you. Neither does the forest it's running through, or the mountain we're on."
"Oh yeah? And how would you know? You the king here or something?!" I poutet. His grin widened, but he didn't answer.
Instead he said "You haven't answered my question. Who are you?"
"Why shoul I tell you? You're mean! And if you're going to be mean I'll leave you!" I retorted and turned to go. Irritated at not getting his way he picked up a stone and threw it at me. I raised a hand and it suspended in mid air. I sent it back at him and left without taking time to see his reaction.