The Kingdom of Rivleam had once been a noble, and prosperous land. Ruled by the mighty Kolvar Dynasty for a millennial, the land flourished under the leadership of King Rolim. The Rivleam army was one of the strongest military powers in the Nine Realms, rivaling even the might of Asgard. King Rolim, and his wife Queen Thea were adored by all, hailed as kind and gracious rulers. The land rejoiced, when Queen Thea brought two Princesses into the World. The beautiful Mabel, and then the lovely Avery.
The Warrior King Rolim had forged his kingdom with sword and blood, never allowing his people to forget the ever present threat, of Jotunheim. The fearful, monsters that lurked in the ice and shadows of a distant realm. Despite that they were a galaxy away, the Rivleams remained on constant alert, for any sign of the sinister beings. They were prepared to fight off an army, what they hadn't prepared for, was a spy that had disguised herself as a servant, and infiltrated the strong palace walls. The story goes that she sneaked into the royal bed chambers, whilst King Rolim, and Queen Thea slept. One would imagine how this story would go. That the spy would kill both the King and Queen, then later travel and kill the royal daughters, but she betrayed common logic. The following morning, King Rolim awoke to find himself drenched in his wives blood. Distraught dictated his actions. In a blind, senseless rage. King Rolim ordered all of Rivleams forces to attack Jotunheim. Once the last soldier had left the soil, they attacked. The palace was destroyed within the hour, crops frozen, and nobel families slaughtered. The streets ran red with innocent Riveleam blood, the sky froze from their icy assault.
In King Rolims absence, the kingdom had fallen. Yet he never got a chance to see the wreckage of his home land, or his two daughters. For he died, a slow agonizing death on the battlefield, after a Jotunheim solider had driven his icy fist through his armored chest. The Kolvar infant daughters had been taken to the dungeons by a small band of loyal soldiers. There they stayed for almost a week, the soldiers barely managing to keep themselves and the princess alive. Every hour in the darkness was a fight against the frigid cold, hunger, and fear. Finally the Jotunheims assumed that the daughters had died, along with their kingdom.
There was few survivors from the attack, those that managed to survive cursed the Kolvar name, and would rather die than help the two daughters.
If it wouldn't have been for their Aunt Elora, the Duchess of Zhy. They would surely have died. Duchess Elora had assembled a small squad of soldiers, and had managed to smuggle her young orphaned nieces out of their fallen land, along with the last of their loyalists.
But they hadn't been saved out of the goodness of their Aunts heart. She had her own intentions for them. The Kingdom of Zhy was going bankrupt, and seeing as how she was the wife of one of the politicians, it only made sense that she should try and help save the Kingdom.
The years passed as she raised them as her own. Educating them, clothing and feeding them, and now it was time to collect their debts. Despite their young age, they were at a suitable age to be taken as wives. To whom was Duchess Elora plotting on marrying one of them off to?
None other than the future King of Asgard.
Thor.