"Do you have any idea how to get home?" Steve asked Elsa as they sat on the long leather couch, Bruce on her other side. It was the next day, a Sunday, and apparently this is what they usually did… On past weekends apparently others were there but Thor was now married and 'Natasha' and 'Clint' were on a mission.

"No," she said softly and hearing that….she felt kind of stupid. She almost wanted to go home as soon possible, but she still needed to know about Loki. And since she honestly didn't know how to get home, she would have to wait for Loki and hope he wasn't angry with her.

She crossed her arms, wishing she wasn't pregnant so she could just fold into herself. She closed her eyes as she felt the baby kick and move around.

"How far along are you?" Bruce asked her.

She found the question odd before she realized he was probably asking just to make sure her water didn't break while she there. "About seven months."

"You look a lot farther than seven months," Tony said and they all heard the sound of him getting hit in the back of the head by Pepper.

Other people have said that too. A lot of other people. Her hand ran over her stomach, trying to sooth the child inside. All she wanted right now was Loki her, arms wrapped around her, calming her… That's all she wanted.

But he was far away in New Mexico.


"Anna, I'm sure your sister is fine," Kristoff told the red head.

She sighed. "I'm pretty sure she is, but I'm also pretty sure that's she's not going to find out everything she wants to."

"Wasn't it your idea for her to go in the first place?"

"Well… Kind of? I'm not sure."

She sighed again, resting on her knees in front of Loki's desk. There had to be something in there about his past…

"I still don't get why you're snooping through Loki's things."

"Because…" I think he's a liar. "Oh, just don't question me! Go groom Sven or something!" she said, exasperated.

"Yes, your majesty," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

She rolled her eyes as he turned to leave the room before continuing her search. She opened the desk, going through documents and letters, feeling along the bottom for secret compartments-of which there were some, but they only contained gold pieces or inkwells.

She had found nothing out of the usual as she opened the last drawer. She was surprised to find that a leather bound book, tied with a single piece of black rope, was the only occupant.

She picked it up carefully, her fingers practically trembling.

She slowly opened the book, watching as it transformed from normal sized to dictionary size. She opened it, her eyes widening upon seeing the words in it.

Her heart was racing as she sat there, reading page after page, a self documentation of Loki's life, from what she could only guess was around his pre-teens.

It contained everything from trivial everyday doings to the night before a battle to recaps on important meetings. By the time Kristoff came back to get her for dinner, she'd only made a dent in the book.

"Are you going to eat tonight or read about your brother-in-law?" her husband asked her.

She didn't say anything for a moment, finishing the entry-a recollection of how stunning a woman named Sif had looked at a feast.

"Eat, and then continue reading," Anna said softly. She wondered if Loki still had feelings for this woman-because if he did, she didn't want to see how her sister would react.


Thor and Sif were sitting in front of a computer, talking to Steve through Skype. It was around eight o'clock their time, meaning it was around ten there, and Steve looked as if he'd been up for over twenty-four hours.

"So what I guess I'm asking is if either of you have ever heard of Arendelle," he said to them.

"I haven't," Thor said almost immediately. Sif guessed that he'd been thinking about the country the moment it had first rolled off of Steve's tongue.

She thought about it a moment longer, not sure what to say. It did ring a bell, as if she had heard it a very long time ago, perhaps in a fairytale when she a child, but she knew it was not a part of the Nine Realms. "No," she said after a moment.

"I don't know what to do about Elsa then. I don't think I should tell Director Fury," he told them, scratching the back of his neck.

"What about my father? He might know," Thor suggested.

Sif twitched. "She is human, is she not?"

"Human with powers," Steve clarified.

"What kind?" the two Asgardians said in unison.

"Ice," he said slowly.

They exchanged looks, both thinking about Loki, not to mention other frost giants. Even if Elsa was truly human, Odin would most likely lock her up.

"She should stay with you," Sif said. "There is nothing Odin could do for her that would be positive."

Steve nodded. "I don't want her with Stark all of the time."

"She can't come here," Thor told him, "Our house is full and it took a month of convincing for Jane to agree that Sif could stay."

The said black haired woman leaned slightly, partially out of the webcam's sight. "And if she can't go to Asgard, that means she has to stay on Midgard. It would probably be easier-better-for everyone if she stayed with Stark."

"I'll just have to rely on Bruce to be a good influence when I'm not there," he told them. "Thank you for your...council."

"We are more than happy to have helped," Thor said, but Sif could hear that Steve was just as lost as before.

"We bid you adieu," she said.

"Good-bye to you both," he said before the 'call' ended.

Sif immediately got up. "I didn't realize that my coming had been such a bother with Jane."

Thor looked stumped for a moment. "She just-"

"I don't even love you in that way anymore! You are as much of my brother as you were Loki's." As soon as the name left her mouth she felt a pang in her entire being.

Thor said nothing for a moment. There was pain in his blue eyes, and she had to imagine it was the same amount coursing through her.

Sif's fists clenched. She had lost just as much from Loki's death that Thor had. And then for him to name his first born Loki, it felt like a slap in the face. It was as if he was trying to inflict his brother's essence onto another being, and a child no less.

"I'm going out for a walk," she said curtly.

Thor didn't say anything as she walked out.

Sif grabbed her coat on her way out, shoving her hands deep down into the pockets. The cold night air whipped around her, but it was nothing compared to the realm of Jotunheim.

"You look...troubled," she heard someone say.

She turned around and saw the old man from earlier, "Saint Nicholas," she said softly, "I do not want to burden you with my troubles."

He smirked. "If you were to burden me I would not mind."

She didn't say anything for a moment. "I want to see my friend again… I want to hold him and let him know that I am sorry that I seemed so hateful towards him in the end. I just want him to know that it's because he had hurt us, but we still love him. We all love him."

"Do you only love him because he is gone?" the old man asked her.

"No," she said. "I loved him before. I think that the Midgardian saying is true, 'you don't know what you have until it's gone.' And he is gone...so very gone."

"I am sure he knows."

"I hope he does," she told him before walking away. As she walked away, she felt less troubled; lighter.


Author's Note: *taking Sif x Loki just a bit farther* Hope y'all don't mind! I just thought it would make it more interesting, even less of that perfect relationship (especially for Elsa and Loki) that happens in some stories. There will be (more than likely) more Anna snooping if y'all liked it ;)

Also, I would like everyone to know that I plan to update every three days. So, imagine it was the first that I updated, the next update would be the fourth.

Anywho, please review! They really do make me happy :)

~HolleringHawk65