As Odin stepped unto the rainbow bridge, he was only much to happy to see his beloved wife waiting for him.

Friggas eyes were filled with tears. "You old fool." she sniffed. Then she ran to him. "You made it back alive!" she cried embracing him.

Odin smiled warmly. "Frigga." he breathed.

Then though Frigga halted as she realized, Odin was holding something. She looked down, at the little blue face poking out from Odins arm and she gasped. "Odin." she breathed. "Is that."

"Normally no frost giant would be allowed in this realm, but I think in this case. An exception is only appropriate. He was… Alone." Odin informed.

Friggas heart was clearly melting on the spot, her already misty eyes growing even more soft as she didn't even hesitated in taking then baby from Odin. "Oh no, he's not even moving!" she cried. "Little one, you must wake up." she asked rocking him in her arms. "Oh dear, he's so tiny!" she exclaimed. "Thor was not this tiny, was he?" she asked looking up. "No he wasn't, I would have remembered that." she swallowed. "And so cold." she felt the babys forehead.

"Frigga, he is a frost giant. They are supposed to be cold to the touch." Odin had to remind his wife.

"But even a frost giant child is supposed to make a fuzz when in strange new environments!" Frigga exclaimed. "Roskva!" she shouted at her hand maiden next to her. "Run to the castle, find Thors old milk sack. And prepare milk, the fattest goat milk you can possible find!" she asked. "You know the temperature it needs to be. I shall take this little treasure to my chambers."

"Yes my lady!" The hand maiden exclaimed and ran off as fast as she could.

Defeated Odin looked at Frigga. "You know, it is very unlikely that child is going to live for much longer." he pointed out.

"What kind of mother would I be if I didn't even try?" Frigga asked.

"You are not his mother though." Odin pointed out.

"But I am a mother!" Frigga stated holding the motionless child close. "And you are a father whom needs to go see his child! Thor has been worried sick you know."

"He is not yet able to speak full sentences." Odin pointed out amused.

"Maybe not, but he could tell something was going on!" Frigga stated. "And he misses his dad whom has not been anywhere around for months! While by the way, he did speak his first full sentence! And you know what it was?" she asked.

"No." Odin admitted.

"Mommy, why are you sad." Frigga sniffed. Then she turned around, and simply walked away tightly clutching the child in her arms.

All Odin could do was to defeated shake his head, just praying he hadn't brought his dear wife more unnecessary harm.

He did though follow her wishes and went to Thors room, immediately the small child bolted up as he screamed. "FATHER!" running right for Odins legs and grabbed them.

Odin could only marvel, had it really been such a long time that Thor could run fast like this? He still was only a very small child, going Odin to his knee caps, still the child was crying as he held his legs.

"Thor." Odin smiled as he bowed down and picked up the child. "Have you behaved?" he asked.

Thor sniffed but nodded his head.

"You treated your mom well?" Odin asked.

"Uhu." Thor nodded again then grabbed Odins chest.

"Now-now. It wont do for a warrior to break down at moments such as this." Odin instructed.

Thor looked up with tear filled eyes, clearly not understanding what Odin had just said and Odin exhaled.

"I am doing just fine, so there is no need to cry." Odin assured as he walked to Thors bed and put the child down.

"Will you… Leave again?" Thor asked.

"Why would you think that?" Odin asked.

"You always leave." Thor pointed out.

Defeated Odin looked at his small son, whom as it turned out was rather sharp for his age.

"Not anymore." Odin assured. "The war is over."

"You beat those frost giants, right father?" Thor asked.

"Yes I.." Odin halted. "You wont have to worry about them anymore." he assured then ruffled up Thors mop of blond hair making the child laugh.

As Odin returned to his own and Friggas chambers, his heart sunk to see his distressed wife, walking back and forth with the small baby and the promised baby milk sack. "Come now, please!" she begged. "You must be hungry! You have to eat!"

But the child wasn't moving, just laid there with closed eyes.

Slowly Odin moved behind his wife, then placed a hand on her shoulder. "Frigga." he breathed and Frigga closed her eyes. "He was left behind for a reason… He is to weak. They didn't even think it was worth their own time to try."

Tears fell down Friggas face.

"But at least, he can now know a mothers love." Odin smiled lightly as he turned her around, then lovingly touching Friggas face. "You are giving him a great gift. Even if.."

Friggas eyes closed.

Then suddenly, small sucking sounds sounded. Friggas eyes opened wide and she looked down, realizing the small baby was sucking on the sack. It was very weak, but he was doing it. "Odin.." Frigga breathed. "He.. He's eating. ODIN HE'S EATING!" she cried happily. "That's right little one, eat as much as you can!" she encouraged him.

The baby's eyes were still closed, seemingly he was using all the energy he had on getting that tiny bit of nourishment.

Odin could only look upon it in astonishment. Clearly the baby didn't even have the strength to lift a hand, it was only his will to live that guided him to suck on that sack while Frigga cried.

Finally the baby had enough and let go, then slowly he opened his eyes, revealing their bright red color, he still wasn't making a sound though. Frigga though didn't care as she cried, holding the baby tight. "It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine now." she assured, then the babies eyes closed, and already he was back to sleep. Clearly his meal requiring what-ever little strength he had.

Odin smiled lightly, he knew it wasn't over yet, if the baby was to live, he had a long journey ahead of him, he would have to fight for his own life.

And if he survived… Then what? Should he be given back to his own people? The people whom had cast him away in the first place for being to little and to weak, not even giving him a single chance of life.

It was to many questions for Odin, well… For now the small child just had to survive first.