Sif lay on the cool stone floor of her bedroom, trying to stop the tears that fell from her eyes. Lady Frigga was dead and Asgard seemed empty. Or maybe that was just Sif's heart. The losses were piling up and Sif felt too heavy to lift herself off the floor. Baldur, Loki, Frigga...they had all gone, leaving emptiness in their place. She desperately wished to hear Lady Frigga's voice and feel her run her hand through her hair as she had when Sif was young. She heard the door open but felt no desire to see who it was. The war was won and life was lost and Sif, for the first time in her possibly immortal life, didn't care if anybody saw her. Let them see that even War weeps for the lost, she thought sadly. She felt someone kneel beside her and looked up to see Thor's solemn face. Wordlessly, she sat up and he pulled her toward him and they wept as they had not done since they were small.

"I miss them," Sif said, her voice small and sad. "Baldur, Loki, Lady Frigga."

"As do I," Thor said, planting a kiss on top of Sif's head. "But my mother would want us to go on. And so, we must try. For her."

And for Lady Frigga, she would.