A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever. Any reviews are good reviews, just remember constructive criticism. I'm just interested in knowing what people think about the story so far. Thank you in advance.

Blue. Her hand was blue. No no no no. He knew the only creatures that could be blue. But she was from Niflheim. Loki swiftly pulled a book from the nearest shelf knowing exactly which one he needed. Blazoned across the front in gold leaf was written "Peoples and Creatures of the Nine Realms". He had read the book front and back as a child and flipped immediately to the page he needed. There, illustrated in iridescent blue, was the picture of a Frost Giant. His eyes scanned the page and picked up snippets of sentences here and there. "Tall in figure" "blue in hue" "pools of deep blood-red eyes". She looked nothing like any of those descriptions. Her words echoed in his head. They were alike. Alike. Loki's knees began to shake. There was only one way to prove the sickening feeling now threatening to rise in his throat.

A cool breeze seemed to come from the casket as he stood in front of it. The faint sound of a snow storm emanated from within. The weapons' vault was deathly silent. There were no sounds of distant footfalls or heartfelt chatter. He peered up at the light shining through the wall knowing the Destroyer lay not far behind. It had to be summoned. The All-Father would know he was here. Did it matter? If his gut was right, after today he might not even have a home. He sighed deeply, watched as his breath hung in the air and clasped his hands tightly on either side of the casket. Nothing happened. He picked it up and that's when he felt it. The cold creeping feeling that he usually got on a dark, desolate hunting trip in one of the realms now slowly slide up his spine. The thought that he knew he was being watched by some creature dripped into his mind. Ever so slowly the feeling inched into is every being. He could almost feel his veins freeze and his lungs shudder at the sudden drop in temperature. He exhaled loudly and a greater puff of smoke escaped his throat. Looking down at his hands he saw the bright cerulean color grace his skin. On his skin, deeps lines were etched in an elaborate pattern. He slowly placed the casket back on its pedestal and reveled in the sudden warm. Like a warm bath on a cold day the feeling spread from the top of his head and all the way down to his toes. When he opened his eyes again his skin was back to its normal color. For the first time, in as long as he could remember, he allowed a solitary tear to slip down his cheek.

"How did you know?" Ariana was startled by the smooth voice suddenly beside her. She had been sitting out in the gardens enjoying the view of the sunset over the water. To her side Loki looked down at her with an unmoving gaze. She could not tell which emotion lie in his eyes, but deep down she saw hurt and pain. She looked at him for a long moment not knowing where to start. He had not known, just like her.

"It is hard to explain," she said finally.

"Then start finding a way," he said firmly as he sat down beside her on the grass.

"I was not told, much like yourself. I've held the resentment for years. My parents are unaware of my knowledge."

"How did you find out?"

"Hunting trip with my brother. We had decided one day to sneak out and go to Jotunheim. I don't think any of the realms are really on good terms with the Jotuns, so it is forbidden for anyone to go there. We thought it would be a bit of fun. It was fun until we got lost. We were deep in the tundra where the ice is several hundred feet tall and the wind whips so fast through the caverns that you could barely keep your eyes open. We had gotten separated. I was certain that I would die in Jotunheim. In order to shield my face better I removed my fur cloak as to block the wind. I thought it odd that as soon as I removed it I felt no colder than I had before. I had not much time to think of this when I came across a Jotun sentry. He was out scouting and saw me before I saw him. Before I knew it he was upon me and hand me pinned to the ground. He reached down to grab my throat and I braced myself for the cold, but it never came. The cold I felt came from the inside. I felt it flow from my head down; deep into the middle of my very being. When I opened my eyes the Jotun was just as surprised as I was. He had whispered, 'Frost Giant?' before the sword was thrust through his stomach. My brother saw me. That's the last I remember before waking up in my own bed. We haven't spoken about it since."

Loki sat pondering her words. So it was possible to be both Frost Giant and Asgardian. "How did you know?"

"It is hard to explain. I do not know much about Frost Giants, but it is almost as if I were drawn to you. I am not sure if it has something to do with our heritage. I felt I was alone in this battle until I found you."

"And you know sorcery?"

She laughed lightly. "Yes. It seems to be the only thing I am good at. My brother is the prodigy. I'm nothing more than the younger sister."

Loki immediately felt relieved. For once in his life, he was no longer the only one outshined by a sibling.

"But," she began again in an even lower voice, "my hatred towards my parents has not been swayed. I've always been good at acting like nothing happened and so has my brother. He will have a rude awakening one day when I finally decide to act on my feelings. I have not forgiven them for not telling my why. Yes, they have loved me since I can remember, but that does not change anything. I am tired of living in the shadow of everyone else."

Loki looked sidelong at the girl beside him and smiled.

"What?"

"It is amazing how much we think alike. I believe you and I will be most beneficial for one another."

"You seem most light hearted today, brother. Has something of importance happened?" Thor said later that evening as he passed Loki in the hallway.

"Nothing at all my dear brother. I am just happy that I get to live to see another day," Loki smiled warmly towards his brother. Brother. Such a strange word it was. It dripped off of his tongue like a poison he was getting rid of. He looked deep into the loving eyes of his brother wondering if he even knew him at all. Had he known he was a Frost Giant? For a second he thought of asking him, but decided better. "Good evening, Thor. I shall see you tomorrow. I'm sure the preparations for your coronation will begin soon."

Thor's smile widened at that sudden thought. "I guess they shall, Loki. I had almost forgotten." With that, Thor turned and strode away to him chambers.

Thor, or anyone in his family for that matter, would never guess, in all of millennia they were together, that Loki was capable of what he was planning to do.