What to do:
Thora was sitting in her room on a stone bench on her balcony. She looked down in grieve.
She heard footsteps coming towards her. She turned around and saw Una. "Thought you could use some company,"
"Thanks, Una. You need some as well," Thora moved aside to give Una some space to sit on the bench.
Una sat down next to her.
"I'm so sorry that your dad had to die," Thora's nose sniffled.
"I'm sorry that your mum's dead as well," Una cried a bit. The two cousins hugged each other. As they did, tears from their eyes fell on each other's shoulders.
They let go of each other and just stared out at the distance laid before them. "It'll never be the same without my mum and your dad,"
"It won't," Una agreed wiping her eyes. "Malekith and those elves will pay for their lives. We will avenge them,"
"I just hope that we can do that whilst protecting Jesse at the same time," Thora said. "I should have taken him out of Asgard,"
"Thora, it's not your fault. And please don't blame the mortal you love,"
"I don't blame Jesse," Thora said.
They heard the room door open again and in came Lyria.
"Thora, your father has locked Jesse up,"
"What?" Thora spoke aloud. "Why?"
"Odin's trying to keep him and the Aether safe from Malekith. He will return,"
"I can't stand this!" Thora stomped out of the room with her aunt and cousin watching.
Thora stomped through the corridors dressing her blue robes and she saw small group of Asgardians including her father, Fandrall and Volstagg. She heard them say how their defences would able to mend up quickly and how Heimdell couldn't see Malekith and his elves in their huge invisible ship.
Odin turned round facing his highly damaged throne. The group watched him. They noticed Thora and saw walking towards him. "Please will you let me talk to my father alone?"
"Of course," Volstagg said. As he passed Thora, he placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry for your losses,"
"Thank you," Thora said sniffling a bit.
"I'm sorry as well," Fandrall said.
"You two aren't responsible for my mother and uncle's death," Thora answered.
The two boys walked down the corridor with the others leaving Thora to talk with her father.
"Jesse's your prisoner now?" she asked angrily.
"I do not wish to fight you," Odin answered stepping down past her.
"Nor I you," Thora answered. "But I intend to pursue Malekith so he doesn't harm another soul,"
"We possess the Aether," Odin answered. "Malekith will come to us,"
"Yes he will. This time with a massive army. He will destroy us,"
"You over-estimate the power of these creatures,"
"Father, I value our people's lives," Thora argued. "Let me take Jesse to the Dark World and draw the enemy away. When Malekith pulls the Aether from Jesse, it will be exposed and vulnerable. And I will destroy it and him,"
"And if you fail?" Odin answered with narrowed eyes. "You risk the weapon falling into the enemy's hand,"
"The risk is far greater if we do nothing," Thora kept talking back. "His ship could be over our heads right and we'd never known it,"
"If and when he comes, his men will fall on ten thousand Asgardian Blades,"
"How many soldiers will die?" Thora asked rhetorically. "The Dark Elves have had centuries to prepare themselves. They've their advanced weaponry and build their armies. How ow many of those ten thousands blades will we need?"
"As many as are needed!" Odin shouted. "We will fight! To the last Asgardian breathe and to the last drop of Asgardian blood,"
He stalked away leaving Thora alone. What was she to do now?
Thora was lying on her bed lost in thought. She didn't know to do. As much as she wanted to do what she suggested. It would be breaking her father's rule like she had done before. She didn't want to cause a catastrophe like she had down before.
'What am I to do?' she asked herself.
Soon in her thoughts, she fell asleep.
Thora's eyes started flicking up and down. She lifted herself up and soon she saw that she was in the red atmosphere with ghostly floating lines of orange and yellow again. This meant…she was in the spirit realm where her brother had given her courage and advice from her past adventures.
"Thora," a gentle voice greeted from behind.
Thora turned round and saw her mother.
"Mother?"
"Yes, it's me,"
Thora ran to her mother and they hugged each other so tightly.
"I miss you so much,"
"And I you,"
After their embrace, Thora hung her head down and wept a tear out whilst saying, "I'm sorry,"
"Darling, you're not responsible for my death,"
"Your mother's right, Thora," another voice said.
Thora turned and saw her uncle. She ran and embraced him as well. She finally saw Thor standing by and ran to embrace him as well.
"I'm so happy to see all of you,"
"And we, you," Thor said.
"Everyone, I'm lost," Thora lamented. "I don't know what to do,"
"We understand, my dear," Frigga said.
"You think that by taking Jesse to the Dark World and drawing Malekith away from our world will save us…" Thor began.
"But you don't want to disobey your father or let him down," Orpheus finished. "We know how you feel,"
"You feel torn between doing what you think is right but what your father believes," Frigga stated.
"Yes. He is consumed by grieve and as much as I want to do what I believe is right, I don't want to let him down or worse cause a catastrophe for not just Asgard…but for the whole universe. What if my plan fails?"
"Thora, do what you believe is right," Thor suggested making his sister turn to him allowing him to place his hands on her cheeks. "That is all we can advise,"
"No. it can't,"
"Thora, we cannot tell you exactly what is right. We can only give you advice to guide you," Frigga explained.
"Only you can decide what actions you take," Orpheus explained as well. "No matter what you decide, we will always be with you to guide you. Remember that,"
"We love you so much, Thora," Thor answered. "Remember that,"
Thora eyes quickly opened and she breathed hardly in and out from her vision again. What a third time it was to see dead people in a vision again. Her breathing stopped as she remember her mother, uncle and brother's words. She glanced at the ceiling and held a determined face.