Deep down,
In his heart,
He knows
Something's amiss.
Something...
It doesn't sit right...
The feeling in his chest,
It's like ice.
His hands turn blue,
And cold creeps up his neck.
As he grasps the Casket.
What's happening?
What are the true lines of his heritage?
How many lies has he been told?
What more secrets
Could Asgard posess?
His eyes go red
As runes carve his head.
Why is it this way?
A Jotun?!
A voice pierces his mind
Like a spear of ice.
Shooting cold echoes in his throat
As he opens his mouth.
"Am I cursed?"
