Sorry it has been so long sense I have updated, here is chapter 2 of this story, life just got to me and next thing I know it's weeks later, time just flies by so fast. Enjoy.


The soft hum of a lullaby gently bounced off the walls of the Queens parlor. She sat on one of the ice couches, enchanted clothing keeping her warm. Next to her sat Drowien, both women were lounging. Spending a couple of weeks together made them comfortable around one another. The ladies giggled as they joked about the names they were to give their children. The Queen gasped as a particularly hard kick was delivered to her hip, "It seems the Prince would prefer something more appropriate for his rank." Valahdiel smiled once the pain had subsided, her child would hopefully take after her, she had been a lady of knowledge in her home world, she valued knowledge much more then others of her race. Her father had groomed her in the ways of politics, court could be a messy affair if one did not know how to speak properly, how to convey their demands as suggestions and convince stubborn people to follow.

"Drowien," the female Frost Giant inclined her head in acknowledgement, her mouth preoccupied with a delicious cut of meat from the frozen tundra.

"I wish to go to the temple." Drowien looked quizzical, "If I am not being to bold, why my Queen." Valahdiel almost cringed at the tittle, here she felt as another woman not a ruler, and she enjoyed that small freedom, but Drowien was a creature that believe titles were very important, as was the belief of Jotuns and even more so those who dedicated their existence to the temple.

"I have heard that the temple has a vast library. Growing up there was not much literature pertaining to Jotunheim, and I wish to read to my son , so that he may be more knowledgeable of his home world like I am of mine." Drowien smiled at her Queen, many had been reserved about Laufey taken Valahdiel as his Queen, but none protested, for it was not the way of the Jotun, but she could see that though she was not Frost Giant herself, the Queen had passion for the world that she ruled.

"I will consult the King, and if he allows us to go I will request that my husband escort us." Valahdiel nodded, she would not go behind Laufey's back to go anywhere, for he tended not to deny her, but the guards intimidated her. The guards would not do anything, but she always became nervous around those that would not speak with her.

Drowien picked herself up from the couch, her hand gently massaging the her growing belly, it would be better if she had a guard as the King for permission to visit the temple. In the hall there were 2 guards on either side of the ice door, both in full Jotun armor, magical ice weapons in their hand.

"Excuse me, could you inform the King that Queen Valahdiel requests permission to go to the temple, with my husband as our escort?" One of the guards nodded and left down the hall, it would take a while for him to return, especially when King Laufey was becoming increasingly busy with the war preparations.

The two ladies began on what would be the clothing for their children, it was customary for Valahdiel's people for the mother to weave the blanket that her child would first lay upon. A custom she had shared with Laufey and Drowien, both of whom had agreed to help her. From her home world Valahdiel had fallen in love with a beautiful dark green yarn, and now both women were making matching blankets, honoring the magical union of their children.

Valgard came some time later, he bowed to the Queen, "The King has granted permission to go to the temple, my Queen, I shall be escorting you there and back." Valahdiel's couldn't help but smile, she quickly stood up without a second thought, there was a flutter deep in her belly, but she resisted gasping at the sensation.

The temple was large, its ice walls higher then Valahdiel could have thought was possible, the walk had been long and she couldn't wait till she could sit down in the library Drowien had spoken of. There were beautiful tapestries hanging on the walls and carved runes right on the ice, some of them leading all the way to the middle of the high ceiling.

Drowien led the Queen into the grand library, it was old and worn, no one came here anymore, not many Jotun had the patience, time, or want to come and visit their history, for many they cared only about the future.

"It looks abandoned." Valahdiel had not noticed that she had spoken, but Drowien had a saddened look on her face, even if she was smiling, "the temple has always been cared for by a few, the library, unfortunately has been the section that has suffered the most." Valahdiel pursed her lips, this would not be acceptable, the temple was a sacred place, the heart of their belief, their magic, and here it was slowly crumbling away, slowly becoming ruins.

The Queen sat by a newly lit fire with a large tome in her lap, the tome was old and the pages dried with age. She let the magic within her seep into the tome, she gasped as her magic sparked green. That was not her magic. There was fluttering once again in her womb, was this her child's magic? She once again called on her magic, a soft silver coloring, and within it there were sparks of green that would flutter about.

The tome was repaired and her child lay still once again, how strange.

"Lady Drowien could you help me read this, I am not familiar with the languange." Drowien smiled at the Queen, she had watched silently as she had mended the ancient tome, her magic was something special, for she had for many years tried to care for the library, but it had been a slow and tiring process, it would take her weeks even months to return a tome to it's former glory.

"Of course my Queen."

Together the women sat, Drowien patiently teaching the Queen the language of Jotunheim, Valahdiel tried to remain patient, but she felt that no matter how hard she tried she could not understand what was on the pages, nor could she pronounce any of it properly. However, she remained calm for the sake of Drowien, the other lady was such a patient teacher, it would do no good to pout like a child to her only friend.

"You must let the words come from within, do not think them, but feel them, you speak common without a thought do you not?" The Queen nodded, "Then do the same, you must feel them in our heart and soon your tongue will follow." Valahdiel tried to pronounce the word again, but her tongue failed her and she made a face in annoyance. Lady Drowien only laughed gently with a smile, "how about I just read this to you" The Queen handed the tome over, and listened to Lady Drowien's voice pronounce each word soothingly, as if speaking to a child, perhaps she was speaking to the small girl in her womb.

Hours later Valahdiel was gently awoken, Lady Drowien was gently smiling at her, "come my Queen, it is time for supper and darkness is almost upon us." The Queen nodded and stood, she resisted the urge to stretch her muscles, as that was something unladylike like in public.

The snow outside was falling heavily already, but the Queen couldn't help but stop for a moment. The horizon was painted in a multitude of beautiful colors, the star that lighted the planet during the day was sinking into the horizon behind a multitude of mountains in the distance. The temperature was dropping rapidly but Valahdiel could not help but be enchanted by the sheer beauty of the sunset.

"My Queen we must go." The party had stopped for the Queen to do as she pleased but it was getting to late, the magic on the Queen's clothes had a limit on how much coldness it could keep away, "of course, I just wished to observe the sunset." On the other side of the horizon bright colors of different greens and blues were dancing across the sky and taking over where the light once was. "Vanaheim does not possess such beauty at this hour."

"It is nice to know that you have taken interest in our language my Queen." Laufey's voice rang through the empty dining room, Valahdiel smiled gently at her husband, "Lady Drowien is assisting me, unfortunately growing up I had no tomes from Jotunheim, but now I know why, and I wish to help bring back the knowledge which has been slowly dying, my son should know his heritage and his worlds culture."

Laufey just smiled in approval, they had been married for 2 years now, but only in the last half a year have they been able to truly be together, but with war in the horizon Laufey would not be able to spend as much time as he had become accustom to with his wife.

The Frost Giant King listened to his Queen as she recounted what she had learn of the 2 tomes she had been read out of, he watched as her eyes sparkled with excitement, some of the topics he knew himself, but raised to be the king of a struggling race did not give much chance for him to read the tomes of his people.

As Laufey listened to Valahdiel he swore to himself that his son would not be like him, his son would have a vast knowledge of things, his son would know the true depths of his people, the true essence of a Jotun and the deep magic of Jotunheim.


Please let me know what your thoughts on this are, obviously this will follow the movies but it is not complete cannon.

-goodgurl315