The Aesir Prince is in the back of the sled, flanked on either side by Farbauti's men. He has his head held high and he narrows his eyes as he returns your stare. You turn around and face Byleister.

"He's heavily enchanted, can you feel it?"

"No, I just see a murdering Aesir beast" growled Byleister. "He killed my father and my mentor and vaporized random innocents- children! And our temple and all the mages!"

"He is a monster" you agree. "But I wonder what the enchantment is," you muse. "it could be dangerous, don't you think it odd that the Allfather was so quick to surrender him? It could be some sort of trap"

Byleister looks at you strangely. "Why would the Allfather send his son as a trap after everything they have done to us?"

"To finish us off maybe? Or it could be something to make him suffer less, I don't know. It's very deeply cast and strange. I must warn the King"

You're sure you feel some sort of enchantment, you wish Byleister could feel it, then you would have some validation. You're really too young for this much responsibility and you try not to doubt yourself. You wish your teacher were here or that you had someone more experienced to consult with, but you're it. Byleister is only a couple years older than you and he is a half mage, so it's perfectly plausible that you could feel an enchantment that he couldn't.

When the sled returned to the palace Helblindi commanded that the prisoner be put in the dungeon. The soldiers yanked his chain and he fell off of the sled and into the snow. He quickly picked himself up and raised his head up and back so that he could glare down his nose at them. They yanked the chain again, knocking him down and dragging him in the snow behind them. He did not struggle.

"Your majesty", you called to the King "I need to speak with you about the prisoner".

"What do you see, Sorceress?"

You took a deep breath "He has a deep enchantment on him. I can't tell what it does just yet. It could be dangerous" you explain.

"You will need to study him, then" said Helblindi. "Take Byleister with you and go to him in the dungeons after midday meal. Report back to me with your findings."

You walked down the corridors to the dungeons. The hallways were cut in stone, as were the cells. A Jotun can manipulate ice so ice cells would have been useless.

The prisoner had a heat source directed into his cell, not for comfort but to keep his weak Aesir body from freezing to death before they were done with him.

When you reached his cell he was sitting against the back wall with his legs stretched out. The cell was built to accommodate a full sized Jotun, so he looked very small.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself to spear more experienced than you were. "Stand up murderer, come here" you commanded, putting a little persuasion magic into your voice just in case.

He stood up. The chains were off but he still wore the magic dampening cuffs and the collar was still around his neck. He was wearing a long, black coat and a dark green tunic and black trousers with boots. His shoulder length black hair was slicked back neatly, as if he hadn't recently been dragged through several feet of snow and shoved into a dungeon cell.

He came all the way to the bars and stood straight, glaring down his nose at you. He seemed to relish having someone shorter than he was to try to intimidate.

"What is the nature of the enchantment that is on you?" you demanded.

"There is no enchantment on me, tiny monster". His voice was quiet and confident.

Byleister looked at you for a minute, you could tell from his expression that he still wasn't sensing the enchantment.

"Perhaps it was done without your knowledge" you said to the murderer.

"That could never happen" he said arrogantly, yet his voice was still low and controlled. "I am one of the most powerful sorcerers in Asgard. No one could cast a spell on me without my knowledge, little runt"

"You have no power now, criminal" said Byleister angrily. The prisoner was getting to him "You would be well to address the Sorceress with the respect she deserves."

"Don't you creatures toss weak offspring such as her out onto the ice and leave them to die?" He looked at you in disgust, with a loathing that was way too personal not to have some deeper meaning.

You and Byleister look at each other, surprised and disturbed by the horrific accusation. Then you look at the prisoner and say "I am a full mage, the magic I possess affects my ability to grow to full size. We are rare and it is considered lucky to birth one of us. Byleister, " you nod at your companion , "Is half mage, with less power he will be able to get closer to full Jotun size, he is also brother of the king. We do not kill children. You, however, have killed a great many"

This information seemed to surprise the prisoner, but the expression lasted only a second before he got himself under control.

"You mother must be proud" he drawled sarcastically, his voice still quiet and confident.

"I was given to the temple as an infant. I do not know my birth family. I was raised by my teacher, who was my true family. You burned him to vapor." You told the Aesir prince without emotion.

"Less of your ilk to pollute the nine realms." he taunted with a wicked smile.

Byleister growled loudly and approached the bars as if he was going to grab the monster through them. You grab his wrist and pull him back.

"We are done for now". You say looking at Byleister, "I will report to your brother. Come with me".

Byleister bared his sharp teeth and snapped loudly at the prisoner as he looked down at him. The Aesir didn't blink an eye, only glared back defiantly.

Helblindi sat on the great ice throne with his ferocious mother standing tall to his right. She makes you nervous as you approach.

You bend your knee and bow your head to your King. He tells you to rise.

"Your Majesty, the Aesir prince claims no knowledge of the enchantment on him. I will need more time to figure this out."

"You may have two more days, after that we will take our chances and begin his punishment" the king responds. "The people will not tolerate any less. You may go"

You bowed and left the throne room. You needed to do some research, but the temple library was gone. You hoped to find the right books in the previous mage's chambers.

You ask Byleister where the former mage's chambers are and he takes you there. He asks if you need his help and you say "no". You aren't exactly sure what you are looking for and you are a bit annoyed with him for snapping at the prisoner. You understand how he felt but he needs to keep his emotions in check, you just need a break from him.

The chamber looks like its occupant had expected to return. There were papers spread over a desk and clothing thrown over a chair. The furs on the bed were all piled on one side. It looked lived in. You shudder at the thought that the owner had been there only a day ago but now would never come home.

The royal mage had spent a lot of time at the temple. She was a half mage as were all the other mages in the temple, you were the first full mage in a couple of generations. She was wise and taught the youngsters about politics and diplomacy, as well as types of magic that a royal mage would be responsible for. She was kind and you liked her. You wished she had been at the castle. She would know exactly what to do about this mysterious enchantment.

You walk over to a bookshelf and look at the titles. Nothing about hidden magic so you pick a large general magic book to leaf through just in case.

You look for anything that might have to do with hiding a spell so deeply that it is unknown to the recipient, but the Aesir prince is a mage himself and nothing looked like it could be inflicted on him-he would always know. How could he not?

It occurs to you that the spell may actually be so old that he doesn't remember it. Perhaps put on him as an infant. Maybe by the Aesir Queen when he was born to hide his true father. If he weren't the king's actual son then that would explain how easily they relinquished him.

In that case it could be some sort of glamour that he had just grown with. But that didn't make sense, the Aesir King and Queen and the oldest prince all had golden skin and blond hair, nothing like his pale complexion and raven hair. If someone wanted to make him look like Odin's son they would have made him look like the rest of the family.

His parentage was nothing truly important, you consider-he was still the person who caused all the destruction. He was still the one they wanted.

You close the book and leave the dead mage's chamber. You head back down to the dungeons.

"Hello, tiny monster, I see you can't get enough of me"

"Not quite", you return, a little queasy at the implication.

He walks up to the bars to get as close to you as he can. "I'm surprised that you have left me alone for so long, I certainly expected more attention from you animals". He says with a silky and condescending tone.

You ignore him. His voice is too pleasing for such a repulsive creature.

"I think your mother may have hidden your true face when you were born, though why she gave you that one I have no idea. This would explain why you have no knowledge of the spell. You probably aren't really the Allfather's son. Don't worry though, we don't care. It changes nothing to us. It will not lessen your punishment"

He looked very offended. "How dare you speak of my mother like that! You are lucky I have these cuffs on, creature!"

You gather energy and speak a glamour negating spell and throw a ball of maroon energy at his chest. He falls to the ground. You didn't have to hit him so hard, in fact you probably didn't need to actually throw the energy at him, but it felt good.

He's flat on his face on the ground and he starts to lift his upper body up. You look eagerly at his face and are disappointed to see that there is no change. Whatever his enchantment was this did not reverse it.

"You clumsy child! Are you just going to throw magic rocks at me like a little brat?" He stood up and straightened his clothing, brushing himself off and smoothing his hair.

"Hmm," you say to yourself. "I guess it's not a simple glamour."

He walks up to you and pushes his face against the bars to try to intimidate you again. You get an idea and quickly reach out and yank out a strand of his hair before he can react.

His face is livid, he can't believe you did that! but he quickly calms himself and walks back to the back wall and sits down. Ignoring you. He's had enough of you and is too angry to speak.

You smile and turn to leave. You hurry back to the dead mages chamber to consult her library a little more.

Sitting at her desk you examine the hair, you concentrate and envision it on a molecular level, then your concentration is shattered. It can't be. The strand of hair is clearly Jotun. Did you make a mistake? Is this yours?

You pull one of yours to look at, it's not the same, the DNA is different. The stand of hair you brought from the dungeon is not yours.

You carefully put it on the table, laying a small book on it so it doesn't get blown away. You stare at it again and concentrate to take a second look. Weird, now it's clearly Aesir. You pick it up for a closer look and suddenly it's Jotun again.

When you touch it, it's Jotun, when you aren't touching it, it's Aesir. You concentrate and think hard about whether you remember anyone actually touching the Aesir prince. No, they dragged him by the chain and if they touched him to get him into the cell it would have just been a quick shove.

He's a Jotun stuck in Aesir form! It's not an enchantment per se, his natural shape shifting ability has been altered to default to Aesir form! But why would they send a Jotun?

Excited you telepathically call to Byleister and tell him to meet you at the prisoner's cell.