The gardens were always a peaceful place to find peace of mind, but it wasn't enough to calm her. Even while honing her skills in weaponry or testing her magic, she still felt troubled. She still felt off about being a Frost Giant, like she didn't belong anymore. If anyone else was to find out, they'd be even more scared of her.

Eris dropped her weapon and took a moment to catch her breath. She knew she shouldn't let this still anger her, but it did and she didn't know why. A lot of things have made her upset, but they were nothing as serious as this. She needed something to take her mind off of it. She bent down to pick up her weapon, a thin black sword that she changed back into a dagger, but suddenly had a feeling that she was being watched. She didn't freak out too much as this feeling felt familiar, but she had to make sure. She waited, focusing her energy on the dagger in her hand before throwing it at a nearby tree. She kept her eyes at the tree, trying to see if someone was behind it, and sure enough, she was right.

"Your training is getting better."

Loki decided to show himself, taking note of the hostility that his oldest daughter conveyed, which seemed to calm her as he pulled the dagger from the tree. He had changed back into his Asgardian attire, his scepter in his hand as he walked towards her.

Eris sighed softly once she saw him, almost in relief. "You were watching me."

He chuckled, returning her weapon with a grin. The dagger was given to her on her fourteenth birthday once she showed interest in fighting. He expected it from her, not only because she was the oldest, but because she always was interested in weapons. It reminded him of someone else...someone that he can't seem to remember. "Your senses are getting better as well."

Eris smiled a little, feeling better now that he was here. It was no doubt that he had been watching her in some way.

"I sense nervousness from you, Eris," Loki said, trying to get his daughter's attention.

"I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

Eris started fidgeting with her fingers, a trait shared with her father and Frigga. "About me. Our heritage. I've been having visions that I can't explain. I think it has something to do with the Frost Giants. I don't understand."

Eris heard Loki sigh as he looked off to the side. "Is that why you were in the Vault," he asked, which made her tense a bit. She didn't think anyone was watching her that night.

"I wanted to see what I looked like. To look like them. It's a little difficult without a mirror."

There was silence for a moment aside from Loki's soft chuckle, which made her feel a little better, but he can tell that she was still troubled.

"Father, am I a monster like them?"

"Of course not," Loki said, gently taking her hands in his. "What made you think this way?"

She glanced at him. "I just feel...different. Like I don't belong."

"My dear, you do belong here with me and your sister. We love you dearly, and I'm sure your mother would say the same."

Mother.

She hadn't said that word in a while. It sounded foreign when it rolled off her own tongue, but it still brought a sense of peace and warmth to her heart once again. She glanced down at her arms again, still thinking about that moment when her skin was blue, just like them. It was frightening, yet intriguing.

I'm not like them...I'm not like them...

"It appears to be getting late."

Eris almost forgot where she was until Loki's voice broke her train of thought. "Wait, I'm not finished with my training yet."

"You can train again later. I worry that you may strain yourself."

"Father..."

Loki gave her a look; a mix of worry and discipline. There was silence before Eris let out a heavy sigh, her treasured dagger disappears from her hands as she goes towards the castle with Loki walking beside her. She was still fidgeting with her fingers; her hands seem to have a light blue tint to them. Fragments of the visions filled her mind as she finally reached the castle.

Why did she suddenly feel so weary of the future? Was it hers?

She could probably ask about it later.

~•~

The atmosphere around her was cold, but not too cold to freeze her.

Eris shivered. Her eyelids were heavy like she hadn't slept in days. She took a breath and could practically feel the harsh cold air enter her lungs. This made her force her eyes open.

'Where...am I?'

She slowly sat up. She couldn't see anything ahead of her. This snowstorm made it difficult to do so. Was she in Jötunheim? She couldn't tell. All she could see was white. She pushed herself up from the ground, trying to keep her balance to avoid being knocked down by the strong winds. She would have frozen to death now, but she was still moving. Then she glanced down at her hands.

She was blue.

A Frost Giant.

She looked around, hoping to see something, anything at all, but to no avail. She was alone. The storm was getting worse as she tried to push through, shielding her eyes to prevent the snow from getting there. What is this place? She knew calling out to anyone would be useless. It's not like anyone could hear her.

"Hello? Anyone out there?"

No response.

Or so she thought.

From the distance, she could have sworn that she saw a black figure. She wasn't sure if it was walking towards her because of the heavy snow spiraling around her. Eris squinted her eyes a little to get a clearer view and that's when the snow began to die down. With every passing second, she could see clearly as the figure stopped a few steps away from her.

The figure, a woman with black hair and blue skin, stood in front of her, the long skirt of her two-piece dress swayed gently with the now calming winds. Eris couldn't see her face as it was covered by a white veil, but she can tell that she was staring at her. She was tempted to summon her dagger, but the woman's words made her tense.

"There is no need for such hostility."

Eris froze. "Who are you?"

"That does not matter now. What matters is what will happen to you, Lokidottir."

"What are you talking about? Tell me who you are or where I am."

The woman seems to chuckle, almost darkly at this, which made the younger girl shiver again. The winds started to pick up again, surrounding both of them in its vortex.

"Eris Lokidottir, the oldest daughter of the God of Mischief. There are so many things that you still do not know. So many secrets that have yet to be unlocked for you and Harmonia. I would love to share them with you, but I do not think you are ready."

"How do you-"

"On the day that you earn your title, you will know."

"My title? What will be my title?"

"You will know soon enough, but now, you must wake up and face the world."

The winds grew stronger, causing the young goddess to shield her face again. Suddenly, the veil that covered the woman's face had flown away from her, revealing her true face.

Pale skin. Green eyes. Long black hair.

She looked like-

~•~

"Eris! Wake up!"

The older sister quickly opened her eyes at the sound of the younger's panicked voice, a sudden feeling of worry filled her consciousness as she sat up from her bed.

"Harmonia...what is it?"

The younger sister never took her eyes off the older sister as she spoke. "I hear fighting out there. I think someone has broken in...I think Grandfather Odin could be in trouble..."