If this diary survives me, I ask that it be given to Lady Sigyn.
Oh, Sigyn...how I will miss you. My dear girl, we were so much more than merely children together in our last years. You were always beautiful, and a delight to entertain, your wit and bright kindness more than any one person would ever deserve. I suppose that is why you gave of yourself so freely through the years, a wildflower in the trim gardens of Asgard.
Please, dear one, tell the children I have always loved them dearly. That the nature of their births was never an impediment to my care. I am still surprised by the names you gave them- Midgardian names, names I never thought worthy or beautiful until I heard them spoken with love by your lips.
You always have had a way with changing me, love.
Marian has to be nearing the end of her childhood, no? She was always beautiful, as stunning as her mother and as wild as well. She is sharp- perhaps even more so than you or I. Her cunning made me proud from the first time I found a herring in my shoes as a warning that I must tread carefully and be willing to put up with anything were I to continue to visit. May she continue to be so bold.
Little Rose, so small when I first met her, grew by leaps and bounds during the short time we all had together. Her inquisitive nature surprised me for one as young as she, and more impressive was the mind that sought to solve her questions methodically and scientifically. She will become one of Asgard's brightest scientists if she continues to feed her curiosity.
And Erik...what a tiny creature he was last I saw him. Attending his birth beside you was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Given that it is to end soon, I can authoritatively state such a thing. Holding him in my hands first-emerged, damp in the blanket as I wrapped him, his first cries a miracle to my ears... I cannot forget how powerful that day was. How it changed my head and my heart in so many ways. And how it affirmed to me that you cared so deeply for me that you would permit me to share this with you and only you. I pray you tell him something of me as he grows. You and yours are the only people who might hold me fondly in their hearts for any reason. Even if you choose to tell Erik nothing of my life, please tell him what his birth meant to me.
All your children are beautiful. They are all reflections of you. I hope there is something after this life that allows me glimpses so I might see them grow and watch you take great joy in them.