A/N: This book is also available on Wattpad
War has always been an outcome for every world and realm. Whether it takes place in the hearts of people, or it is a physical matter that involves death and despair, it exists. It is always hard to ever imagine good coming out of something that seems so destructive and desolate. It is rare, but it shines through. Despite that, war never ceases to eat its way through a population. Every day and hour, some form of war is happening, even if it goes unnoticed by some.
Years ago, in the realm of Alfheim, only a few years after the births of the two princes of Asgard, the kingdom began to crumble. War had struck, and the people were in jeopardy. With the King and Queen of the realm witnessing the fall of those who defended them, time was running out. Protection was what they had, but it was not strong enough. Taking their only child with them, they fled the palace, running away from the sounds of screaming and the ending of lives.
Both the King and Queen of Alfheim would fight until their very last breath, and believing it would be, they knew their child would no longer be safe in their realm. So, using what little magic they had to tap into the Bifrost, usually forbidden to have usage by them, they sent their infant to another realm where they truly believed no one would discover her. Sending prayers and their last goodbyes, the child, Princess Alfva was sent away. The magic used was weak, and the infant's travel became prolonged. Princess Alfva did not reach safety until centuries later, as she was trapped in a misused magic that kept time around the child from passing. Chances of the baby princess ever knowing her true heritage seemed obsolete. Whatever the circumstances, fate would take its course. And so the change truly began.