The day which would greatly impact three lives came exactly two weeks, four days later.

On the first day, Thor had expected the girl to be late to her training session, but Helena had arrived at precisely 9:00 AM. He now knew to get there early to prepare the day's lesson.

Today, she wore a pastel pink sundress with a white sweater and sandals, a pink bow in her still untidy hair; a dramatic change from the gothic style she had first presented herself in. She also seemed each day to become more confident, and he earned more and more of her trust. She looked forward to the daily practice, which gave her both the chance to improve her abilities, as well as talk to the only friend she'd ever had.

Her ability to use her sorcery efficiently increased every day. While her warm ups had once consisted of moving small objects across the floor, she now began by transforming crates into various other objects. By the time each session was over, she had mastered at least one new skill. Thor had only seen such magical talent in one other individual.

"This," Said Thor, as he set up a dummy on the far side of the room, just in front of the one-way mirror. "Is when we test your full potential."

Helena looked from Thor, to the dummy, then back again. "Already?" She sounded anxious.

He nodded reassuringly. "Your skills have greatened at an incredible rate. Were it anyone else, I would be alarmed." The two shared a small laugh. Thor lined her up and kept his large hands on her shoulders. "Now hold out your hand, and I want you to focus. Not on what you wish to happen, but your strongest emotions. Focus on that which has most shaped your life."

Eyes closed, Helena had multiple images flashing through her mind. Thirty eight different orphanages. Suspicious, frightened glances from everyone she'd met. The loneliness of never knowing where she came from, or where she would go next. A man and a woman, faceless, no identities, leaving their newborn daughter alone to die.

Both Thor and the unseen figure in the corner felt their eyes widen at the sight of what was happening.

After overcoming the shock which had rendered him unable to move, Thor burst out of the training centre. When he came into the room Director Fury used to observe, it was no secret that the Asgardian man was, to say the least, shaken up. "That girl. She's..."

Director Fury nodded, as if to reassure what he had just seen. "I know. We knew before we even called you in."

For what was probably the first time, his voice was soft. "Why have you kept it from me?"

"We started to piece it together after-"

"Why did you not tell me what she is?!" Thor demanded, slamming his hand onto the desk in front of the glass. Helena had taken a quick look in the mirror, before turning away in horror. "To think I have been training her without being aware that she-"

Now it was Director Fury's turn to interject. "We didn't tell you in order to avoid this sort of reaction from you. Now why don't you stop focusing on what she is, and consider whoshe is."

There was a pregnant pause as the words soaked in. "Surely you do not mean..." Director Fury only nodded once more.

It all made sense now. Why Thor had to be the one to teach her, as opposed to Loki. The reasoning behind her extraordinary power. And those familiar, chilling eyes, both blue and green at the same time.

It took a decent amount of time for Thor to collect himself. "If my brother were to find out-"

"Which is why he's not going to find out." A deadly serious glare. "Right?"

Thor agreed, reluctantly. Director Fury explained in depth the factors regarding how such a scenario was possible.

This concluded it. The theory was correct. The still unnoticed figure did not take eyes off the girl, watching her try to understand what was going on. The theory was correct. Somehow, against all odds, against the very laws of nature, the theory was correct.

When they reentered the training room, Helena had her back to them. "Director Fury," Her voice was eerily calm. She slowly turned, revealing the now deep blue complexion of her face and piercing scarlet of her eyes. "I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me."

With only a minor hesitation, he began speaking. "About sixteen years ago, Agent Phil Coulson responded to a report of 'strange noises' coming from an abandoned house. What he found was a one-day-old child, with nothing but a green blanket, on the verge of death.

"We took a DNA sample in order to find out who was responsible, but we never made the results public. Not because we didn't care, but because your DNA pattern was unlike any creature known to man at that time, let alone a human. It wasn't until recently that we had a visit from people who are not human." He looked to Thor. "An Asgardian," Then to the dummy, which was now coated in a thick layer of ice. "And what you probably know from your research as a Frost Giant."

Thor was now confused, as well as mildly concerned. Director Fury had not told her the full story. He thought of his brother's reaction when he had learned that his past had been kept from him. Would she use destruction as a method to prove herself? Would she resort to violence?

Would she, as well, turn against him?

Helena watched the last of the blue drain from her fingertips. "A Frost Giant..." She repeated, more to herself than anyone. Only then did she look up. "And no one decided to tell me until now?" She had lost all trust in them, in anyone. She felt they had betrayed her, maybe even used her. Thor could make out all of that in her eyes.

Loki's eyes.

OOPS did I accidentally give yet another fictional character a teenage daughter? Sorry about that.

(I'm actually not sorry.)

And besides, it's technically not even me doing it. If you haven't already, look into Norse mythology.