Just a quick note before we begin: I will be basing this more off of the 2011 Thor movie, and actually the events of Part One of this story will take place roughly three years before the events of said movie. Also if you've read any of my other stories, you'll notice a significance drop in word count between this and the others; just thought I'd try something new for this, it may be a hit or miss, who knows? Now, with all this being said, lets begin, shall we?

Mora tucked a loose strand of shining silver hair behind her ear and with a soft inhale of breath before she proceeded into the garden. The sun, as always, was shining brilliantly over Asgard with a soft glow. Mora dressed accordingly, trying to keep as much of her alabaster skin hidden in fabric as possible. She wore a sort of grey silk veil over her hair and it fell down the majority of the length of her back. Even her legs, exposed by the slight slit in her skirt, were covered with stockings. Her dark indigo eyes stood out among all the grey and black tones she wore.

Mora moved along the flowered path swiftly as she navigated her way to the Queen's garden table. Guards stepped to block Mora's path and she sighed softly, raising an eyebrow to them; although she understood their lack of trust. "Let her pass." Mora heard the Queen's voice call out in a soft chime and the guard, hesitantly, stepped aside. The Queen, Frigga, sat at the garden table wearing a glittering gold gown and decorated in fine jewels; her painted face and stylish hair only adding to the Queen's royal appearance. Mora felt underdressed for the occasion, but she wasn't aware that afternoon tea in the garden was such a formal affair. "Please sit Madam Mora." Mora cringed slightly at the title, "Madam".

"Thank you for the audience, your Majesty." Mora tried to sound as chipper as she could possibly muster as she straightened out the fabric of her dress.

"Perhaps we can get some shade for you, perhaps a tarp drawn overhead?" Frigga asked, clearly concerned for Mora's skin. Mora wasn't exactly from Asgard and where she was from fair complexions were a common sight and often corresponded with nobility; the whiter the skin the more noble the birth.

"That would be most considerate of you, your majesty." Mora smiled softly as Frigga requested something to shield Mora from the unforgiving Asgard sun.

"Tell me Mora, what can I do for you?" Frigga wasted no time attempting to exchange pleasantries; she knew Mora to be a woman the often get to the point as well.

"Your majesty, as you know I have been a loyal supporter of the crown, and I'd like to think I have proved myself to be a valuable member of the assembled court. The Veanari people have transitioned well since we formed our alliance, but I feel as if there us possibly more we could do to assure them of their safety under Asgard's protection."

Frigga's face was rather stern, as if she knew what Mora's suggestion would be. "Tell me Mora, what do you believe to be a necessary step? After all, we value our alliance with Veanari, and would be willing to do most anything to keep their trust."

"The Princess, Vilvi, has reached the age of marriage in our culture. A marriage between Odin's heir and the Veanarian princess would forever unite our two worlds and bring ease to the worried people of my world." Mora tried to sound confident, hoping Frigga would immediately shut down the proposal.

"Well, my husband, the King, has yet to name an heir. Still, neither one has exactly spent any proper amount of time attempting to court. The idea of an arranged marriage may suit either one, whichever Odin chooses to ascend to the throne. I just don't know when that will be, however." Frigga replied, which put Mora at certain since of ease.

"Could I make a request, my Queen?"

"Of course."

"Even without knowing which prince will be named Odin's heir, I would like to have Vilvi sent to Asgard as soon as possible. If she is to marry either one, it might be best to come and learn the customs of your world, and perhaps befriend the princes in the process."

"A brilliant suggestion. However, I can't make any decisions without the King's approval. Let me speak with him, and you will have your answer soon enough. Until then, let's enjoy our tea."