I know I said this would be a rewrite of my story called 'Driven Snow', but I decided at the last minute to keep that one so this is just a new fic for me. I'll have other chapters coming along, but I'd like to get a little further with it before we start the updates. Give me a little muse and it'll go a long way if I'm lucky.

Here's the full summary:

What if Odin had another child before Thor? One he groomed to be the perfect heir to the throne, and arranged a marriage that resulted in death? Princess Aneira Odinsdottir left Asgard during the first war, with no plans to return until that one fateful trip to Jotunheim when Thor Odinson and his friends attacked. Asgard is not ready for Thor as king, so after he's banished Aneira takes over. Asgard is in for a storm, and the royal family is about to have many secrets uncovered that could put all the nine realms in jeopardy.

Thor x Jane Foster

Loki x OFC

Aneira x OMC (with possible pairing in future chapters)

Odin x Frigga

slight/major bashing of Warriors Three and Lady Sif

Slight bashing of Odin

One seriously pissed off elder sister

Flashback, some centuries beforehand:

It was a beautiful day of happiness, that's what everyone believed. The sun shined brightly over the golden city of Asgard, and the citizens were out and about preparing for a wondrous celebration about to occur. Flags of the royal family were hanging everywhere, along with streams of flowers, ribbons, and happiness all around as the city readied for the final preparations.

A marriage ceremony was to happen very soon, once the sun shined brightly over the golden tower of the palace the event would take place. Their king's daughter, firstborn and heir to the throne, Princess Aneira was to be wed to a prince from a foreign realm to seal an alliance. The realm itself was not all powerful, but with the might of Asgard behind it there would be forces that none could break.

The princess wasn't too keen on the marriage at first, but she understood her duty as heir to the throne. She did everything her father asked of her, and she knew that as royalty it was in her duty to do what's best for the kingdom. Aneira was beloved by all of Asgard, her beauty glowed bright like the sun and all men who laid eyes on her were smitten. Her hair was gold like Asgard's sun, her skin was tanned beautifully though not dark, and her eyes, her beautiful green eyes glistened like emeralds whenever she smiled. Aneira had the beauty of the late queen Gaia, Odin Allfather's first wife, who died soon after giving birth to their daughter.

Odin wasn't one for showing much affection, but he gave his daughter everything a princess could ask for and she took it gracefully and thankfully. She was the ideal princess, loyal, strong, intelligent, beautiful, fair, kind, everything a royal heir should be. He'd trained her well for the role of future queen, and it made him proud knowing how much Gaia would've loved her. His second wife Frigga, who was swollen with child, had been a good mother to her, but there was always a little distance between the two women.

"My daughter, today you shall be wed and you shall be happy." Odin Borson entered his daughter's rooms, she had just finished dressing with Frigga and she was adorned in white with golden jewelry, a true beauty indeed. Her long golden hair was tied up in a bun of curls with one long curl down her back. She had a veil and a crown, though it only made her hair shine more. Her dress was made from the finest material in Asgard, made especially for this big day.

"Yes father." they needed to get to their places, Aneira was as nervous as any bride-to-be and part of her wanted the wedding finished. Her betrothed, while he was an honorable leader and soldier to his own people, wasn't exactly an easy man to be around. They'd met a few times before the engagement was announced, but each time the man's hard eyes made Aneira's spine shiver.

He wasn't cruel or anything like that, the man was just distant though he seemed to find Aneira's beauty quite amazing. He'd never seen a woman like her, and the women on his world seemed to weep at it all. Aneira wanted the marriage to work for the sake of their realms, even if her husband-to-be didn't acknowledge more than her beauty.

"Come, it's time." Odin let Aneira and Frigga each take an arm as they left to the corridor leading towards the throne room.

The wedding was glorious, nobility, royalty, gentry and commoners all gathered around and inside the castle to watch the ceremony take place. Princess Aneira Odinsdottir became wife of Lord Falcor Caldorson, a mortal lord of nobility descended from the royal line chosen as her husband by his people and hers. When the two betrotheds met Aneira was kind, and Falcor was distant but civil. He had the build of a warrior, with stony grey eyes and jet black hair he wore in braids. The lord was stunned by his bride's beauty, but even more so by her magical abilities.

Sometime later:

"It is true husband, I am with child." Aneira had been ill the past few weeks, but only dismissed it as stomach illness until the Allmother insisted she see the healers. The news was lovely; she was two months pregnant with the next heir to Asgard's throne.

"Then this is glorious news, we shall pronounce it to the kingdom and send word back to my people. Your parents must be thrilled to have a grandchild on the way." Falcor was a man of duty, a bit cold but caring when alone with his wife. The Aesir found him odd being as he was mortal, but with the apples of Idunn his life was sustained, and his personality started winning them over.

"They are, the Allmother will be pleased to have a grandchild to spoil."

"The Allfather will expect it to be a son, as I do. A son would hold our line, defend our throne and home until he becomes king. A daughter…a daughter will strengthen our ties with other realms." Aneira frowned slightly.

"You would not be pleased with a daughter?"

"I would…learn to love her but a son would be best for our firstborn. After we have a worthy heir any other children we have shall be loved as well. Daughters will be betrothed, and sons will make great warriors."

"Are you saying a woman cannot train as a warrior?"

"No my dear, only that a man is physically more fit to do so. If we were to have a daughter, and she wished to be a warrior, then we will see." she didn't like his words, but she chose to address the topic of a possible princess.

"I am firstborn here, and I am a worthy future queen. A daughter of ours will be the same."

"True, but in my homeland a male heir is best to hold our lands."

"This is not your homeland husband, and while you may be king one day I am the only blood heir here. The Allmother may soon have her child, my brother or sister, but our child male or female will have the throne after us." Falcor could see he was upsetting her, so he took her hand in his and kissed her fingers.

"Forgive me my dear wife; I only want to prolong our family's rule. Tis not my desire to anger you in your delicate situation." she calmly but stiffly pulled her hand away.

"I am not ill nor dying, my pregnancy shall continue and I am strong. Now…I wish to speak with my father, so you may return to your training with the new soldiers." Falcor went to kiss her again, but Aneira turned away. "Go now." Falcor bowed and left quickly, and Aneira remembered to keep her mask up. Her father taught her to hold a mask, to get back up after falling down, physically or emotionally.

"You needn't worry daughter, he will come around to love the child as I have loved you." that wasn't Odin's most assuring promise, but it gave Aneira some comfort.

The months passed and the news had been great for the people, and while Aneira was happy she would soon be a mother her husband continued to keep his distance. He rarely spoke to her, hardly visited her, but Frigga assured Aneira it was likely because he wanted to be sure her pregnancy was protected. She could sense the child's magic in her womb, she became all too familiar with it and knew her child was healthy inside.

Frigga gave birth to a healthy son just a month before Aneira went into labor. Odin was overjoyed, he had a son of his own to continue on the line. They named him Thor, as he was born a great storm heavy with thunder and lightning passed over the realm of Asgard. Aneira loved the little one, her baby brother, but she couldn't help feel a twinge of envy. She disregarded it, when she held Thor for the first time and felt how strong he was. He would make a great warrior one day, and even Falcor was pleased though it only prolonged his hope for a powerful son. On the day Aneira gave birth, it was near sunset and the magic in Asgard flourished around her as her child entered the world. She had a son, a bit smaller than Thor but the magic around him was powerful.

"Let me see my son." Falcor entered the room after the healers allowed visitors in to see the princess. He was beaming with happiness, and Aneira felt the same.

"He is here husband." she held him up for Falcor to see, and the child resembled him greatly but only with her eyes. "Do you wish to hold him?"

"Yes." Aneira placed the babe in his arms, but when Falcor held him for only a minute he frowned.

"He is small, smaller than the prince Thor."

"He is strong and healthy your highness." Lady Eir spoke as she gathered up the basin and wet towels to hand to the maids. "His magic is powerful."

"Magic?" Falcor looked at Aneira.

"Yes, he has magic as I do. It will make him stronger than all before him." she could see the disappointment, a male with magic wasn't well liked unless he proved more strength through battle in both Asgard and on Midgardian warrior societies.

"Then he will still make a good warrior, or so we shall hope." Falcor kissed the boy's head and handed him back to his mother. "His name…"

"Loki." all eyes went to Aneira. "I wish to name him Loki."

"Loki, it is not a name fit for a warrior."

"It's a name fit for him, husband. It suits him." Aneira didn't hide the glare, she had carried the child to full term, she bonded with him in her womb, and his name would be hers to give. Falcor wasn't pleased, but he nodded.

"Very well, he shall be named Loki Falcorson. When you are well my dear wife, we will talk." she knew what for, but Aneira nodded. Falcor left and soon Odin and Frigga entered with Thor to meet the new baby.

"He's a beautiful child Aneira." Frigga smiled.

"Thank you Allmother."

"He has your eyes my child, and your countenance."

"He looks like Falcor father."

"Yes, but he has your chin and your eyes." Odin stroked the babe's cheek, and the child stirred. "What is his name?"

"Loki Falcorson, he will make a great king someday." Aneira missed the questioning look on Odin's face, as she was busy paying attention to her own child. Odin was happy to have a grandson to dote on, yet he had a strange feeling come about him.

"You should rest dear, can Thor see him?" Aneira moved the blanket a little so Thor could see, and all adults beamed when the blonde baby gave a tiny smile. The two boys would grow up together, despite them being uncle and nephew they would hopefully get close as brothers if that.

Aneira had never felt such joy, the joy of being a mother and holding her child in her arms for the first time made a sense of happiness overcome her. Unfortunately, the same wasn't said for her husband.

Seven weeks after Prince Loki's birth had passed and Aneira had rarely seen Falcor around. The man hardly came to see her or their son, likely because at such a young age the infant had powerful magic. He was able to summon small objects to him, his green eyes were always curious and when his curiosity showed his magic grew. It made Aneira proud, her child would be stronger than even a warrior if his magical training helped along the way. Her husband on the other hand, was not in equal share.

"He is to be the next King of Asgard! Not some sorcerer!"

"It is not his fault he has magic, and he will learn to control it and learn to fight but you are not going to show hate towards him because of his powers!"

"I need a worthy heir! How can a sorcerer, a magician be a good king without strength? We are already at war with Jotunheim, what shall happen if we go to war again and all he can do is wave magic?" Jotunheim and Asgard were at war for a long while now, the Jotun king Laufey had attacked the mortal realm with the Casket of Ancient Winters and Asgard stepped in to put an end to the horrors the mortals were suffering.

"Why do you do this? He's only a baby!"

"How can our people ever love him if he isn't a warrior? This realm looks to strength and power! They need a strong arm to rule them!"

"Strength and power come in all forms Falcor even magic! Our son is not even a year old and here you are judging him! You cannot blame him for something that's not his fault!"

"You're right it's not his fault, it's yours because you are a witch!" Aneira's mouth opened in shock, and her hand went back and slapped her husband. He fell back but didn't lose his footing.

"It's obvious this will take longer than I thought, you will eventually have to accept our son for who he is. He is MY son, and he will always have MY love. You'd best do the same, or you'll never be welcomed back into my bed." Aneira turned away and walked angrily to her son's nursery. This was not their first fight and no doubt the entire castle had heard them; but Falcor was relentless on his ways for Loki to become a warrior and it angered Aneira to no end.

"Milady." the nurses stood as she entered and she lifted Loki from the head nurse's arms.

"Leave me, I wish to be alone with my son." the women bowed and did as she said. Aneira kept her tears at bay, this marriage had gone almost downhill since her pregnancy was first announced. Falcor had been distant more than before, they constantly fought, and he hardly saw his son.

"Worry not my darling Loki, no matter what your father or anyone else says you will be a great king. You will have all your heart desires, and I will never stop loving you. My sweet little star." she held him close and the little one cooed at her.

Aneira had no idea of the events to come soon after, where her entire life was turned upside down. One night while she was out strolling in the gardens, trying to think of a way to fix her marriage for the sake of her son two guards came running towards her. They were both upset over something, and Aneira's heart was pounding hard in her chest at their expressions.

"Princess Aneira you have to get inside, there's a fire in the nursery!" Aneira's eyes widened and she ran straight for Loki's room. As she got closer she could smell the smoke, the heat from the flames, and she heard screaming but no cries from her Loki.

'Loki!' she ran into the nursery as the smoke was cleared, but she stopped at the door as she saw the cradle that held her baby boy was burnt to a blackened smolder of wood. The whole nursery was in ash, and she saw the still smoking torch next to the cradle. The inside of the cradle held the remains of an infant, and when Aneira looked around she saw her husband being held back by three guards with Odin and Frigga standing on the further end of the nursery.

"W-What…what happened?" she slowly approached the cradle.

"Aneira don't!" Odin tried to stop her but she wrenched away from him.

"Falcor…what did you do?" Falcor was let go and approached her slowly, a dead look in his eyes void of emotion.

"What I had to, I told you I needed a worthy heir. Loki was not worthy, he had to die." she couldn't believe the words he spoke, it couldn't be true.

"He…was a baby…our baby…" she felt something swirl around her, a cold wind that matched the feeling in her heart. Her heart was breaking, the reality of it all was coming at her like an arrow to its target.

"He was not the child I wanted." Falcor glared. "You will give me another heir." the walls around Aneira's emotions crumbled as the tears fell down her cheeks like waterfalls.

"NOOOOO!" the icy winds increased around the room and a blast of ice fired from Aneira's body and into Falcor's chest. Falcor gasped and held his chest, looking to see his hand covered in blood. An ice spike had pierced his heart, and his entire body froze before falling to the floor and shattering in ice shards. Aneira looked down at the shards, and to the burnt remains of her precious Loki. Her blood ran cold like the room, and her body began to change with the magic building up inside.

"Aneira…" she heard Odin's voice, and turned to snarl at the man she called father.

"You did this! I trusted your judgment and it's ruined everything!"

"Daughter please we can fix this…"

"NO!" Aneira let out another fierce scream, and the entire room froze over. "My baby, my Loki…" the magic overcame her, and Aneira felt her body falling into sweet oblivion.

End flashback.

"My child…" the memories still haunted her, even as centuries had passed since that horrible night. Aneira had long secluded herself in exile, not a word to anyone, not even a glimpse for Heimdall to see; none could find her.

Aneira had been unconscious for days after the murder of her child, and when she came to at last her heart had turned into complete stone. Her husband killed Loki, and Loki's ashes were strewn across the rivers that flowed past the Bifrost; done while she was sleeping. She was furious that they didn't wait for her, but it didn't matter then. Falcor's remains, the water he melted into was thrown into the river as well. His people knew nothing of the truth, not that she cared anyway but Odin was her main reason for her anger.

She did everything he'd ever asked of her, at the cost of her own happiness and freedom. A princess must make sacrifices for the sake of her people, and if it had worked out she'd have accepted her role as a queen with Falcor. Aneira's loyalty to Odin had blinded her, he was nothing more than a lowly king set on using his children to gain boons for Asgard. What the mortal realm had to offer was meaningless, and the war with Jotunheim had worsened. Odin held no love for her, but if she had been born a boy she might've been able to have the freedom Thor must've had all these years.

When Aneira had left Asgard Odin was in Jotunheim battling, so it gave her the chance to leave. She took some clothing, books, and her most valued possessions along which contained a diamond necklace that belonged to her mother Gaia and the green woven blanket and golden rattle that belonged to Loki. The day had come soon after Odin had left, and Aneira remembered the words of Frigga just before she'd vanished.

Flashback:

"Aneira please see reason, you cannot just leave Asgard behind!"

"I am done with this realm, there is nothing for me here now." Aneira was in her room gathering the last of her possessions when Frigga suddenly came with Thor fast asleep in her arms.

"You are the heir to the throne, the princess of the realm you cannot abandon your people."

"This is not my home nor do I care for my people now, it hasn't been that way for a long time. Besides you still have Thor, let him have the throne."

"Your father will not…" Aneira slammed her fist down.

"Odin has done nothing but cause me pain! I agreed to everything he said and it only brought me misery, and the only joy in my life is gone." wrapping her things in a small cloth and straightening her dress Aneira made to leave.

"Aneira please understand we had no way of knowing this would happen, we can find you a new husband in time, you can help your brother Thor, will you abandon him too?" Aneira turned around and glared hatefully at the sleeping child in the queen's arms.

"That little Odin spawn has nothing to do with me, he will have his own faults and pleasures in life and I will not aid him." she ignored Frigga's calls as she walked away, and with a huge gust of cold wind Aneira was lifted into the sky and went straight for the Bifrost. Heimdall wasn't very polite in letting her leave, but one good shot of ice and he was frozen long enough for Aneira to leave.

End flashback.

Aneira held the rattle in her hand, stroking against the golden material as the memory continued to plague her. Frigga had tried to be the mother she never had, but Aneira never really connected with her in that manner. She cut off all contact with Asgard after her departure, and no one would ever know where she'd been.

"Milady, I've found it!" Aneira broke from her thoughts when the voice of her maid Kira.

"Have you?" she turned and saw Kira come in holding a silver mirror, bigger than a hand mirror and large enough to see a person's entire head. She held it in her hand and gazed at her reflection; her appearance had changed when her powers came out, but she was still recognizable if anyone knew her.

Her golden hair had turned snowy white, but it shined like a pearl even in the frozen land she now resided in. Her eyes were the same green color, but the happy light that once shined in her irises was replaced with a hardened shine like polished steel. Her skin wasn't a light tan anymore, more like a milky white that gleamed in moonlight. Some would call her beautiful, but she thought nothing of it.

"Yes, this is the mirror that you've been searching for a hundred years."

"Is that so? Then we shall test it." Aneira sat back in her chair, trying to recall the last time she even thought of Asgard. Cutting off contact had her alone, and she didn't bother to try and see how the family was doing. She didn't miss it no, only her baby boy who died a horrible death.

The only company Aneira had after leaving Asgard besides Kira was the cold, harsh winds of Jotunheim. Yes she had gone to the frozen wasteland, the last place anyone would expect an Aesir princess to hide. She lived in the high mountains where no Jotuns would go, forbidden territory for whatever reasons. In the mountains she lived in a cave that she fashioned into a home, and the cold didn't bother her.

Kira was an ice maiden, likely the only one left alive in Jotunheim after the war. Ice maidens were very beautiful and magical beings, but also extremely fertile. Kira was very young when Aneira saved her from some Jotun bandits, just going into her adolescent age but not fully grown for children. None of the pigs survived, and Aneira crushed their bodies into ice shards to form a protective wall around her home. Kira was grateful that such a being would help her, one who was so powerful she could learn very much from Aneira. Kira was an intelligent child, a lovely one with dark blue hair and light blue flesh, though her eyes had the same reddish hue as all other Jotuns but not quite as monstrous looking.

"What shall you look up first milady?" Aneira couldn't help but smirk.

"I think it's high time I check up on my little brother, to see what sort of 'man' he has become over the years." she wasn't doing it for a care on Thor, no she just wanted to see what Odin had done over the years with the boy. No contact with Asgard for so long, perhaps she should see what it became.

"Oh, might I watch?" Kira was eager to see.

"Yes, you may but stay behind me."

"Yes milady." Aneira took a good breath, though unnecessary and gazed at the mirror's surface.

"Show me Thor Odinson." the mirror's reflection glowed and the image on the glass changed. The image showed them a room where they could see a tall, bulky blonde boasting about towards four other warriors, one of them a woman with jet black hair. "Since when does Asgard allow female warriors?"

"It appears there's been an altercation of sorts." the image also showed a table overturned with food and dishes all over the floor. Obviously someone had thrown a tantrum; it wasn't too hard to figure out whom.

"Quiet, let's listen." Thor looked so much like Odin, attitude and all.

"My friends we have gone through so many battles together, Hogun." he walked to a man with black hair tied up in a bun, wearing armor that had both Aesir and Vanir designs. "Who was it that led you into the most glorious of battles?" the warrior looked down, barely a smirk.

"You did."

"And Fandral, who was it who surrounded you with the most exotic maidens in the nine realms?" the blonde warrior with a goatee smiled with a perverse look in his eyes.

"Well…you helped a little." Thor laughed, it disgusted Aneira.

"And led you to the finest delicacies so succulent you thought you'd died and gone to Valhalla?" he approached a large red-headed warrior with a beard, an older man.

"Heh…you did."

"Yes! And who proved wrong all those who scoffed at the idea that a young woman could become one of the fiercest warriors in Asgard?"

"I did." the woman had such pride in her voice.

"True but I supported you." he turned to the others. "My friends you must trust me now, we will make this journey and get the answers we seek."

"Answers, what could they be?" Thor walked over to the other end of the room, and Aneira saw a crouching figure on the steps, a young man with black hair slicked back but his face was lowered.

"You're not going to let my brother and me have all the fun are you?"

"Brother?" Odin had another child? Aneira didn't believe it, the boy had different features, nothing like Thor or Odin or even Frigga. When the lad looked up Aneira gasped at the face, her eyes widened and her mouth agape. "It…it can't be…"

"Milady?" Kira saw Aneira's hands shaking.

"He…he's not…" the boy had the same face as her child, her eyes, and her chin but he also had similar looks of Falcor but he was thinner than the others. This couldn't be real, Aneira hadn't felt the magic of her son that night, or even afterwards. He couldn't be alive.

"Yes Loki, now my friends…we're going to Jotunheim!" Aneira snapped out of her daze when she heard Thor's voice.

"Milady they're…!" Kira gaped.

"Damn that fool, Kira get your armor and meet me at the bottom of the mountain. We've got a lesson of discipline to deliver."

"Yes milady!" Kira took off through the cave, and Aneira put the mirror down before summoning her own armor, made of special steel hard like diamonds. She also took the rattle and blanket, along with her mother's necklace. After placing a spell on the mirror and putting it in a small bag she used her magic to fix her white hair into a long braid.

'I don't know what's going on, but I'll be damned before I let Thor Odinson put Asgard at war again!'

Well it's a start, but the next chapter will be up soon. Yes I've decided to keep the 'Driven Snow' fic up, just a bad case of writer's block got me. You probably see some similarities here from 'The Huntsman, Winter's War', but I haven't seen the movie just a few clips of the trailer. Hopefully I didn't take away too much.

I'll try and make other chapters as long as this, maybe two pages lesser at least. This is eleven pages long, and it took me almost two weeks to get it all right. In case the confusion got you through the first flashbacks it was a whole range of what happened to make Aneira leave Asgard, skipping over timelines to the main reason of her departure.

Next chapter brother and sister finally meet, and we'll see if Loki is Aneira's son after all. If he is, then why is he alive? Why was he raised as Thor's brother and why hasn't Aneira sensed him all these years? Better yet…if Loki is her son, then does he even know the truth?

I think you might know the answers to some of those questions lol.

R&R please!

Later!