Midgurad, 6:14 am
Jane wouldn't come out of their bedroom every since the funeral and cried every night. The youngest child was 6 year old girl named Elisabeth. A sudden gust of cold wind unlatched the window's locks. A pale hand opened the window and slipped in. Frosta always had a talent for being sneaky and silent. She waved her frozen staff over the young girl's body. She focused on her and her only. "åpne sinn, mate meg din frykt." she chanted. A twisted color of purple came from her and glowed around the staff and Frosta. "Vri tankene, gjøre dem virkelige, aldri la dem slippe unna deg så lenge du lever." she chanted. The purple power stirred inside of Frosta. Her cold hand glowed with the power. She placed her hand on Elisabeth's forehead. The purple magic seeped into the girl's mind. Frosta bent down to her. "Sweet dreams." she whispered. Then the Insanity godess laughed in satisfaction just loud enough for poor elisabeth to her. Then the screaming started. She then closed the window and disappeared and arrived in Asgard, her eyes glowing with a shade of purple.
Translations:
åpne sinn, mate meg din frykt.: open the mind,feed me your fears.
Vri tankene, gjøre dem virkelige, aldri la dem slippe unna deg: Twist the mind,make them real,never let them escape you