The plan

A long time ago Frostgiants were thriving. But then again we had the Casket of Ancient Winters. Our cities were even more beautiful than the ones in Asgard. My mother was a healer to the royal family, Father was the younger brother of the Queen. I was only past my twentieth winter when the Queen became pregnant. My sweet little cousin came into the world with the blessing few possessed, he had the skin of an Aesir. Big green eyes and flawless snow white skin. He was so little in my arms, always smiling, babbling and gripping my white locks. I was the only able to calm him, I looked like him. Because of this our parents decided that arranging a marriage between us was the best idea. Even if we were celebrated for our power to shift between Aesir and Jotun looks no Frostgiant would take either of us as a mate, they feared us, little Loki was showing signs of magic two months after his birth, what was not to fear about him. But every good thing must come to an end. The Aesir came, they slaughtered us, took the Casket and shattered all my hopes for a joyous future. They took my little mate.

Mother tried to console me, even Laufey came to try and lighten my mood with promises of returning my Prince to me. But they weren't even sure that he was taken, blood was found around the place we were hiding him. Oh my poor heart, it shattered into a million pieces when the sight of blood greated me upon entering the chamber.

How I hated the Allfather, it wasn't a month after the battle that news came about a new Asgardian Prince and they shamelessly named him Loki.

Many years later that same Prince came to our court, I wasn't far from killing him on sight but the King wanted him alive, the promise of finally killing Odin and taking revenge for our fallen Prince held us back.

- Your Grace, command me and I shall deliver Odin's head to you.

- I can't Yven, you're no assasin and I want to be absolutely sure that Odin pays for his crimes.

With that I crawled back to that dark place in my mind, it was better than living with the loss of my mate. It would seem strange that I crave the mate who was only a toddler. But we were betrothed, in our culture that means our souls were bonded as one. I feel like half of me is missing.

Laufey came to my chambers a few nights later, the ones sent to kill Odin and take the Casket back failed their tasks, losing their lives. Laufey decided to go himself and see to it that Odin died. After that everything went downhill, Asgard retaliated by activating the Bifrost as a weapon. Hundreds of my kin died, even if in seconds the attack stopped our losses were unimaginable. Laufey was dead too, killed by the same Prince that came betraying Asgard to us. The same Prince that I craddled in my arms as a baby. I couldn't take more of this pain, I fell into sleep induced by our healers so that my soul could be whole again.

My eyes were open. Why? I was still feeling it, the crippling pain.

-Lady Yven! The time has come, our Prince is free of Odin's manipulations he went to Midgard in the hopes of ruling it.

- What would you have me do Lothar? I'm weak, and Midgard is no cold place.

- Go to Odin and demand he give the Casket back.

- Are you mad? He would sooner have my head on a spike decorating his golden palace than giving me the Casket.

I laughed and mocked at Lothar for his suggestion, but maybe I was just as mad nowadays as his idea. Under the guise of night I went to the one place Asgard's guardian could hear me.

- Heimdall of Asgard! Hear my plea and let me through Asgard's Gate.

A miracle happened, in the next moment I found myself looking at a man in golden. Behind him Asgard awaited.

- I came with a wish only the Allfather can grant.

I was kneeling before him, what would Laufey say seeing this.

- Stand, Lady Yven you came with a wish, tell me then.

- Long ago my mate was stolen from me, we thought him killed, by your hands. I mourned and suffered his loss, you see we were already bonded. I wished death upon you and your family. I prayed and prayed that one day you would feel the same pain as I felt.

- I cannot give you back your beloved! Bringing the dead back is out of my power.

- You named your youngest Loki, he was the little one you took from me.

All around the golden hall loud murmurs could be heard, some cursing the name Loki, others questioning my claim.

- What is it that you came here for? - Odin demanded.

- The Casket! I need it!

They laughed and mocked just like I did with Lothar. Fools, all of them. Let them laugh they will eventually see it from my point of view.