"That weakling is no child of mine," the king said coldly, "Kill him."
On the command, the guards started to surround the queen as she clung to the innocent baby, holding him tighter in her arms. The giants closed in around the woman until her back was up against the palace doors. She knew that she would be a fool to try to flee in the midst of a raging battle, however, if she remained where she was her son would be slaughtered, so she burst out of the palace and into the chaos.
Outside, in the unforgiving cold, all she could see in the moonlight was the shimmer of golden armor and icy blades as they clanged together in a symphony of disorder. The lady prayed that the war between worlds would soon be over. A guard behind her yelled, "After her!"
The woman's breathing became faster and she held the boy tighter to her chest. She grabbed a sword from a fallen solider and ran for the one place where she knew her son would be safe. She dodged the warriors and picked up her pace when she heard the guards getting closer. The cold air felt like icy daggers in her chest, but she continued to fight her way to the sacred place.
The queen managed to stay ahead of the guards and successfully made her way up the steps of the temple without too much damage. At the entrance, she reverently dropped the sword. Weapons and violence were forbidden in the temple; it was a place for peace alone.
Once inside, the mother tried to comfort her startled child. His little hand grasped her finger as she tried to soothe him. He was too small, like the king told her, but she still loved him dearly. The temple was empty; everyone was off to the war, yet the ruckus outside the room became white noise. The queen made prolonged steps toward the center of the room, not taking a single second for granted. These were the last minutes she would have with her son.
Tears fell down her face as she kissed her baby one last time before she gently placed him on the altar and prayed, "Be brave, my beloved son. May the gods be in your favor and look after you." The guards banged the doors violently, knowing full well they were not allowed in the temple. The queen reluctantly turned away and boldly made her way back to the entrance, knowing that she was defenseless. Before she faced her fate, she turned back to have one last look at her son.
"I love you, Loki."