A/N Most chapters will be at least a thousands words, if not more. I just thought this ended pretty naturally as an introduction.
Odin trudged through the slush, which was tinged a dirty mix of blue Jotun and red Aesir blood. His body was both weary and energized by the battle he had won. He was ready to return home and sleep off his weariness after having his hurts addressed. But something turned his steps. It was a soft wail, not the loud ululation of a grief-stricken Jotun, which he could not have borne at present, but a child-like cry, miserable and pitiful. He followed the noise.
He followed it down a cold, regal lane, which the battle had not touched, into a large structure, the Jotun temple. He saw a baby, blue and small and shivering. He picked it up, the fool he was, and waited for the burn he knew was inevitable. It never came. The baby turned pale, with a dark shock of hair. She had bruises on her back where she had been carelessly dropped on the ground. Odin supposed she had been left there to die, since she was a small and sickly babe, by Frost Giant standards. They must have decided that she would never last the winter. He had pity on her. He snuggled her onto his chest, and wrapped her in his cloak, and took her home with him. She was as exhausted as he was, but he wouldn't let her fall asleep in the cold, Frost Giant or not. She needed to see a doctor.
Frigga was anxious to see her husband. She saw him coming near. He was bloodied and weak, and her heart hurt when she saw his eye. He had suffered so much for Midgard. But, was his arm hurt as well? He held it under his cloak and near to his body. No, he was carrying something.
"Frigga," he breathed, like a prayer, as he drew nearer. He drew out his arm from his cloak. "Have her looked to," he said, placing the bundle in her arms. He began to collapse, and she helped him to a seat. Stupid man, she thought, both fondly and bitterly, as she held the bundle closer, You need to be looked to. The baby was bruised and cold, and could do with a warm bed, a meal, and some sleep. She was not in immanent danger like Odin was.
Frigga handed the chilled babe off to a nurse. She would find a more permanent solution when her husband was ready to discuss it.