Prologue: The Time For Revenge
Anora stood with her head down, icy tears rolling down her cheeks. Being the only living relative of the king, she was supposed to be queen. The last year had been full of discussions on whether she should be able to defy tradition, and if she would, who should succeed her father. The only reason she wanted to not be queen (other than not having all those responsibilities) was to have her revenge on that damn Asgardian who had killed her father. She closed her red eyes and two ice daggers immediately grew in her palms. Her black hair flowed down her back. She marched down the halls and out into the palace courtyard. She realized that she couldn't go out as herself and grimaced.
After a long time convincing the Elders that she didn't want the throne and that she could care less who got the throne, she was free to leave. After calling her pet ice dragon Azura, took off to go to Earth. She knew that there was only one who could give her answers since she couldn't go to Asgard. Thor.
SO...has everyone guessed what Anora is? It's kinda obvious :P R&R please!
