I know, why upload another story when I've got almost a dozen in the works, right? Well, the answer is simple...I can't get them out of my head, and it's driving me wonko!

I've never written anything like this before, in regards to Loki, so please be kind! I'm not even sure is anyone will read this, but anyway...

Please remember to review at the end! :)

Cold.

All she felt was cold and she couldn't warm herself. Something kept her from warming up.

She opened her eyes, and sighed as she lifted her face to the sun. So many years had passed since the day she was banished here.

Nothing could help her, and try as she might, she couldn't get warm.

She needed warmth. She craved it, and yet, it eluded her. It mocked her, as he did.

She frowned, and turned away from the sunlight. She would never feel warm again, not with him so far away.

Her body yearned to feel his arms surround her, and pull her close to him. To hear his voice whisper in her ear, telling her that he would never leave her, and yet he had.

He had watched her 'die', and she watched as he left her on the battlefield, unable to look at her body. She watched from afar, with Frigga's help, as he mourned for her, and slowly changed into a man, few could tolerate.

She had wished to tell him that she was not dead, but alive, but the plan was mute. She couldn't bring herself to go against Odin's wishes, no matter how much her heart ached inside.

She walked into the small cottage; she lived in, by the ocean, and sat down at the table. Another day on Midgard, another day alone, and cold. How was she going to make here in eternity with no warmth?

Feeling the tears fall down her face, she closed her eyes. She had to be strong. She had to be.

One day, he might discover the truth. One day, he would come for her.

She just had to hold onto the hope that Frigga would tell him.

She just had to.

She had to.

~Asgard~

Frigga sighed as she watched them lead her son into the court where her husband sat, ready to announce the sentence. Her heart tugged in her chest, as she watched her mischievous son stopped to speak to her.

She could see the coldness in his eyes, and her heart leapt towards him. She hated the man he had become, and it was all her fault. She should have told him the truth ages ago, but nothing could have been done.

She wanted to pull him aside after the funeral for those lost, and tell him that she was still alive, but Odin had placed her on Midgard, but actions never came, and neither did her words.

She stepped back, and glanced at her husband, letting him know that she wanted her son safe. She still loved him.

Walking back towards her chambers, she let her mind drift to the strawberry brown haired woman living alone like her son. So many things could have been done to prevent this, and yet it was just as it should be, or at least Odin thought so.

She moved towards her desk, and pulled out a small trinket, she kept as a reminder of that day.

The day she sent Loki's love away.

~Flashback~

Frigga stood by the bed of a young woman, a woman she loved like a daughter, and sighed. The young woman had been injured in battle, presumed dead, by those who fought by her side, but Frigga knew she wasn't dead.

She watched as the woman's eyes slowly opened to reveal the deep hazel eyes, which held so much pain and love.

"Loki," She whispered, moving her eyes around.

Frigga shook her head, and sat down next to the girl. "I'm sorry, my dear, but Odin has forbidden him to know." She whispered, brushing her hand over the woman's face.

The woman's face dropped, and she shook her head. "Where is he?" She asked in a demanding tone.

Frigga sighed, and bowed her head. "He is mourning you, my dear." She answered, sorrowfully.

The woman's face shook, as tears filled her eyes. "He thinks I'm dead?" She asked, her voice frantic, and full of heartbreak.

Frigga nodded, and bowed her head. "I am sorry, Christa, but Odin wishes that he never know."

Christa shook her head, and slowly sat up. "Do you know what this will do to him?" She asked, her eyes frantic.

Frigga nodded, and sadness filled her voice. "I have tried to get Odin to see reason, but he doesn't believe that Loki should know."

"But why?" Christa cried, tears falling down her face. "Loki is the man I love, my lady, and he loves me." She added, as Frigga pulled her into his arms.

"I know, my dear. I know, and someday, Loki will be told the truth, but not today." She whispered, holding Christa close.

Christa cried, and cried, never letting go of the woman she thought of as a mother. Her love was being taken away, and there was nothing she could do.

Hours later, she watched in a covered cloak as Loki mourned her death. She wanted to step towards him, and extend her hand to his face, feeling the warmth she so often felt as their skin touched, but Frigga had stayed her hand.

She watched as Loki became cold and distant, especially towards Thor, and saw his envy because he did have love, and now, Thor had it all.

She shook her head, and turned to Heimdall, who was standing in silence next to Frigga. "Does Odin truly despise Loki this much?" She asked, before Heimdall moved towards the bifrost.

Frigga shook her head, and sighed. "No, my dear, he just feels that no matter how Loki feels about you, nothing will stop his nature." She answered, softly.

Christa, who had been aware of Loki's true heritage, shook her head. "Loki would never hurt me, nor anyone else, or he wouldn't have before." She stated, lifting her head higher. "Odin will see the truth, and in time I pray you will tell Loki." She added, her head falling at the last bit.

Frigga nodded, and captured her hands in hers. "I will tell Loki, when the time is right. I promise, Christa." She whispered, nodding her head. "In the meantime, I hope you will be safe in Midgard." She added, smiling, sadly.

Christa nodded, and turned her gaze to Heimdall. "You were his friend once, Heimdall, please be his friend." She whispered, watching the watchman nod his head.

"I will try, my lady." He whispered, bowing his head.

Christa nodded, and sighed, turning her gaze towards the city which had once been her home. "I love you, Loki." She whispered, as the bifrost was activated, and she stepped through.

"You didn't tell her." Heimdall whispered, watching Christa land on the other side.

Frigga shook her head. "Not yet." She whispered, touching his arm, before walking away from the bifrost.

~End Flashback~

Frigga sighed, and closed her eyes.

It was time to call her back.

But how?

Please be kind!

I will say, that I love, absolutely love Loki, in Norse mythology, and in the Thor movies, especially Tom Hiddleston! (Who I would love to meet one day!)

Anyway, depending on how well this is received, depends on when the next chapter will be up, which may happen next weekend or during the week.

Also, I'm a terrible speller at times, so if I misspell a few words, go easy on me. :)

Until Next Time...