"Are you sure you want these colors for your gown, Princess?" The seamstress asked Sera.

"Yes, I hope it is not too much of a trouble."

"Not at all princess your dress was due to be made of later today." The seamstress spoke. Sera noticed her accent was a little different than regular Asgardians, perhaps she is from a different realm. Sera noticed her curly red hair that stuck out everywhere and her kind hazel eyes. The seamstress had an oddly thin face that didn't match her body. Her long fingers looked worn out, but her face was full of life. Sera couldn't help but think how many beautiful things she has made for the Royals. "I shall have it to you before the feast."

"Thank you, Lady Eira." The princess smiled, walking out, heading back to the palace. She looked at the sun at this early hour feeling it touch her skin kindly. Since Sera used that spell she has felt the best she ever felt in years. She has no doubt that Loki knew what she did and that he felt proud of her. She argued with herself in her head every time a thought lingered on him, feeling as if she was being too hard. 'Too hard? For a murderer, a liar and a thief.'

Sera's feast was to be in two weeks and she was not that eager about it. A lot of important people will be there hoping she rid her Midgardian ways. Sera sighed, not knowing who she was. She did not feel like the princess of Asgard nor did she feel like she truly was apart of Earth. She felt all of her connections were at a loss. Her communication with the Avengers is not as often as she would like and she did not have friends besides the Hal or Magni, and she does not know what she and Gus are. She could not bear to talk to Loki and her other missing link was dead and hated her. Sera's heart filled with curiosity towards her mother. How could a woman want her but hate her at the same time? Sera decided that if she was going to be who she is meant to be she had to know who her mother was. Sera confidently walked to the library, hoping to find something about her- or maybe that book.

Sera had to cut her investigation short, taking books on Asgardian names and bloodlines and hiding them deep in her room. She knew that if she slipped up or showed any signs of being suspicious then someone would come to her chambers looking. The young princess did not wish to have help or anyone knowing the lengths she would go to find the truth of her past. Sera fixed herself to look presentable and headed towards Frigga's training room. Frigga was skilled in the art of war but a lot of her fighting skills come from magic. Frigga thought it was better if Sera trained with her for some time to let the situation between Sera and her father cool. However, the princess did not want to mend it. She walked in seeing Frigga eagerly awaiting her. The room was a deep blue with colors of gold and purple decorating it. Sera noticed that Frigga added red and green to have her sons' colors there. Sera also noticed odd objects around the room in which she assumed was useful for magic. Books covered a wall while the other wall was empty and padded- ready for a fight. Sera wondered if Frigga and Odin ever fought together or trained together.

"Good morning Sera, you are unusually early." Frigga smiled, placing her warm hand on Sera's cold shoulder. Sera wished she was a direct line of Frigga. The woman had beauty, smarts, power, and a kind heart. When Sera thinks deeply about it she sees that Frigga and Thor have this heart of gold where no darkness can enter, but her father? Sera knows that most of her father's heart is black and that alone frightens her. She had to admit that she feared him, what power he could hold over her, or if she can really believe the God of lies. "I want to use the day to see what magic you and your father share. " 'Father.' Every time Sera hears it her posture straightens from the chill she feels. "Let's start with force fields and move on up to illusions. I know it might be very hard to do at first but these were Loki's signature especially when he was just learning. " Frigga said moving books around the room.

"Oh..uhm.. okay? How do I do that?" Sera questioned feeling small and almost annoyed. She did not want to share the signature, she wanted her own.

"I want you to close your eyes and focus," Frigga spoke, walking circles around the girl similarly to how Loki would when he trained her. It took Sera a few moments to gather her and focus. She tried to listen to the birds chirping or Frigga's footsteps, however, she found herself listening to the sound of her own heartbeat. "Do you feel that?"

"Yes." Sera almost whispered afraid that the feeling- the magic- would just disappear within her if she kept talking.

"Explain what it feels like, where it is." Frigga asked, "Stay focused hold onto it. Think of it like flexing a muscle."

"I feel..It feels peaceful and strong. That I can bend it to my will if I wished..." Breathe "It is in my chest- no my stomach the feeling is in the pit of my stomach. It feels as if it is a flame, making the fire as big to my chest."

"If it was a color, what would that color be? "

"Blue." Sera felt the most peace she has ever felt in this moment. The most clarity and the most like her. All these years she has felt she has lost something, that something was missing. A part of her started to hope that it wasn't her father, a family, or love. That maybe it was magic- this feeling. Maybe the emptiness ate her so badly because the feeling was always there just taken away - almost like a phantom limb. Sera started to feel her heart race as she started to remember the role magic played in her life. Memories of her father's green magic and her mother's crystal blue magic struck a rush. Images of her mother using her light blue magic for a bridge. It was the first time that Sera had an okay vision of her mother. The bridge was so clear it looked like ice and her mother's blonde hair glowed and she smiled at her. At Sera. Sera felt something at this moment, her mother could not have been a monster and look at her like that at the same time. There had to be more. Sera felt herself losing to the power, and she almost wanted to give her self in. The feeling of her mother's embrace was enough to drag Sera in and take her forever. Frigga sensed Sera losing control.

"Sera." Frigga spoke sternly "Clench the muscle." Sera listened to Frigga's metaphorical words, but her heartbeats were in her ears. She didn't want to listen to Frigga, she wanted to feel more but her fear kept her back. If there was an incident and anything happened to Frigga it would be all Sera's fault. "I want you to envision the blue inside you- that flame. Feel it. Move to your will." Frigga watched Sera, seeing dark blue come from her fingertips "Hold that control. Feel it. Take it in. I want you to push it out on command. Know that you are not in danger, this is very important. Wrap the magic around you to protect you." Sera felt the sweat drip from her brow as she felt herself bend the magic to her will. "Oh my," Frigga gasped, making Sera open her eyes. The shield covered more than just their current room. Frigga sensed that it covered almost the whole palace and everything in it had a blue hue. It lasted for a second until it disappeared. Sera looked at Frigga in awe.

"That was amazing!" Sera exclaimed hugging Frigga. "It felt amazing! It felt ugh! Words cannot describe!" Frigga stared at the girl in wonder but tried her hardest to shake the worry.

"My dear, we have much more to learn."

Sera felt exhausted after almost two hours with Frigga. Her body was dripping in such sweat that she decided to take a deep and long shower. Her mind drifted to the feeling of her power as she felt the water against her skin. It felt rich and cosmic. Like she was in alignment with everything. As ridiculous as it sounded she felt like she was a star, beaming and gleaming. She wanted to feel more of it all at once, she was craving it. Sera ran her fingers through her hair realizing that the water is no longer hitting her. As she opened her eyes she saw that she put a shield around herself. 'Now how do I make it stop?' She questioned trying to focus on something else. 'The water!' She thought, putting her concentration on the flow of the water and its pressure against her skin. As the shield disappeared she felt the rush of water splurge against her back hitting as if it was ice. "OH SHIT! COME ON!" She screamed, deciding her ever so relaxing shower is at its end. She dressed in a more flowy covered dress and underneath she wore her leggings and tank top for when she is to fight Sif again. Sera headed to the dining hall, hoping her mind could be spared from magic.

Everyone seated in their usual areas but Sera made sure to sit between Magni and Sif and across from Thor. She wanted to steer clear of her father. As the dinner proceeded, Sera realized her picking her seat early was foolish since he did not show for dinner. 'Who knows, perhaps he is in jail again.' Sera also noticed that Frigga was not here either. 'Perhaps they are discussing me.' Sera pondered knowing Frigga would run to tell Loki her progress. "We can train right after this, Sera." Sif whispered to her knocking Sera from her train of that.

"What happened to late at night?"

"Loki and the queen will not be back for a couple of days. We can train right after." It made Sera feel better that she did not have to worry about her father.

Once dinner ended, Sera eagerly but cautiously met Sif in the deserted training arena. It looked so large without anyone in it. However, it was a little messy with weapons taking randoms spots on the floor. Sera took off her dress and stretched in her Midgardian clothes. "Not a fan of the dresses?" Sif questioned, with a light smile.

"I mean once and awhile it is fine but every day? How irksome." Sera replied smiling at Sif. She wanted to make Sif a friend, she reminded her so much of Natasha. "Thank you Sif agai-AH!" Sera screamed dodging a knife thrown by Sif.

"You wanted to be treated like a warrior. We have no time for sentiment."

"A little of a warning would've been nicer!" Sera yelled dodging a punch from the fiery warrior. Sif's leg swung kicking Sera in the stomach, but she stood back up. The warrior grabbed Sera flipping her over so she fell on her back, making the teenager let out a groan. "This is going to be a long night."