This feast had been set, the beginning, the inbetween and the finish. It was set like a path that was yet to be walked upon, leaving little steps behind. But this feast was like no other, it was not a celebration for anyone nore anything, it was a Masquerade Ball if anything, it was for amusement and naught else.
She set herself in her dress, fingertips gently brushing over it to straighten out the thin layers of the fabric, her faint blue hues scanning her every detail in the mirror. The only thing left now was her mask, the unique little black mask with the 'pretty' little silver patterns, it owned a single black feather at the top and a piece of ribbon to hold it against her face.
It was not long before Frigga made her way into her chambers, coming to notify Sif that it was time for the ladies of the palace to make their introductions by walking down the grand staircase. "Lady Sif, it is time." Were her simple words before they both set off to once more find their way to the main hall where all the men stood ready to find yet another woman to endlessly flirt with.