Of all the places to be banished to, why did he have to pick Midgard? Or as the humans called it, earth. Not a single soul on this tiny planet had any idea of who she was, or what she was capable of, and what had caused her to be on their planet.
How could he do this to her, his own daughter? Her father did not believe a word that came out of her mouth after what she did. Didn't even listen to her excuse of why she did it.
It wasn't like her uncle didn't deserve it, because he did. She hated him with every fiber of her immortal being. So she killed him. One sure way to kill an immortal was to cut off their head then burn it and its body. Phraia had hacked off his head with her uncles own sword, then the limbs, burned all the pieces, and dumped the ashes into a river. That's where she was caught, watching the last particles float into the slow moving current.
"Phraia? What are you doing out here?" her father had asked her.
"Getting revenge." She seethed, at that point her usual light blue eyes were black, and her father immediately knew what she had done.
"Who was it?" He shot his hand out to grab her upper arm. "Who did you just kill?" He shoved her back against the nearest tree. "What have you done?" He was almost growling at her.
"I killed your brother." His daughter snarled through clenched teeth. The rage still flowing through her veins. His eyes widened in shock, he then swung down his staff down on her skull, and she blacked out.
When she awoke, Phraia was in a cell in the prisons of Alfheim. Both wrists were shackled to the wall behind her. Her father was standing in front of her, glaring.
"Father please let me explain—" her eyes were back to their original ice blue color, " You killed my brother, you uncle, your family, no explanation is needed. Tomorrow morning you are to be banished from these lands for murder.
He spun to leave "But fath-" her mouth was muzzled by a guard that had been outside her cell door. She watched her father storm away from her, not looking back. Then she cried, cried until her tears ran dry.
The next morning, at dawn, she was led to the bifrost, surrounded by four guards and heimdel sent her away, with a pained expression…he had seen it, the reason for her anger, rage, and deep sadness. But he could not say a word. Her father must have moved them to the Asgardian transportation system during the night.
The Bifrost had left her at an empty beach in the middle of the night, she was alone.
Luckily for Phraia, Shield had noticed the disturbance and sought out the cause of it. But they didn't find her before some kids 'tried' to mug her. They ended up unconscious before they could say 'gimme all your money'. It was a few hours later after Shield found the kids waking, that Agent Coulson and Director Fury had found her. She had been sitting on a bench in the rain and not getting wet. They took her in, and she went willingly. Why not? It wasn't like she had anything else to do.
They asked her who she was, where she was from, and why she was here.
"I am Phraia of Alfhiem, I was banished from my home, unjustly." That was her response, and thankfully they didn't question her further. Shield let her join them on the Helicarrier, and that's where she stayed ever since.
She heard all about Thor's arrival, and she had helped develop the phase two weapons that were modeled after the destroyer was brought back to the ship in pieces.
She was soon asked by Fury if she had any other talents…. The only one she told them was that she was a decent fighter. Back home she was a warrior goddess, which meant she could kick some ass back home…one could only imagine her capabilities compared to the shield agents.
Some of the shield master martial artists had 'tested' her abilities, she passed with flying colors. But she had to restrain herself from injuring anyone and raising any suspicion, which was difficult and a pain in the ass.
Anyways, when Loki had arrived on earth, she had been on the Helicarrier for months straight, and she was sick of it. His arrival would make things much more interesting.