A.N: I'm so sorry guys i was just really frustrated last time but i am back and will be doing more so please satay with me cause i will too, thanks for the support. Also i will be starting a Harry Potter Fan-fiction i would love it if you check that out when i have it up. Now enjoy.
Frosta went straight to her chambers smirking the whole way. Frosta closed the door letting her staff float mid-air. A green and purple color surrounded her and her hands were drenched in the fresh blood. Frosta cleaned her hands off and wiped the blade of her dagger off as well. In the corner of her eye she saw a flash of green. "How did it go?" a too familiar voice asked. "The little disgrace ceases to exist." she said sound of her father's chilling laugh echoed her chambers. "I am truly proud and in a time you will have ended the line of disgraces." he said. "Soon father, soon." she reassured. "Wonderful Frosta, wonderful." he said. She was gently pulled into a hug. Loki ran his cold hand threw her black hair. "You must rest now." he whispered."Of course, father." she agreed. Then he disappeared. Frosta pushed her floating staff up and it clasped itself on the stone wall. Then frosta removed her armor and began to drift into a deep slumber.
Meanwhile
Down in midgaurd Jane ran threw the house trying to find her youngest son. Thor searched the downstairs trying not to wake his other children. Jane walked into the old shed and unlocked the wooden doors. To find her lifeless son, Asmund, His eyes were still open but instead of their bright blue eyes, they were a grayish color. Jane screamed before she fainted. Thor rushed towards her and caught her. Sadness over came his eyes. "why." he asked himself.