When people ask you how you would like to die, they all say the same things.
Peacefully is one. But another would be as quickly as possible. Well, when I die, I want to feel life burning through me. To hear my parents and friends voices around me and whisper in my ears. I want a fun and exciting aspect to my death, like my very last words to be something funny...
That's how I would like to go, but for now, living is the key thing.
I'm sixteen, an unruly teenager with hormones gushing through my body like rivers sometimes.
My heart sometimes gets the better of my head and I fall deeply in love. At the moment, it is a brilliant, breathtaking man called Leafson. I love him dearly, and kind of wish I wasn't a...
A princess. Forgive me but it is a hard thing to say (for me that is). My name's Freyja.
Anyway, back to Leafson. He's about my age, with crystal blue eyes and pale white skin. His hair is red and gold, just like his fathers. He's dreamy and everyone in Asgard agrees that he is gorgeous. But with me being a princess, my father would rather me marry someone to hold a title. Someone in another realm who would be able to form an alliance.
To be honest, it's a stupid rule!
I should now mention my father's name.
Thor.
That's it, Thor. Yes, I know the guy with the hammer. The guy who can form storms and thunder clouds. The guy who protects Midgard and all they stand for. But, he's not like that at all.
He's like a big, cuddly bear at times. He can be the best dad, but usually he's in a foul mood. And thankfully today he is.