The forests of Asgard were beautiful, all of Asgard boasted of their beauty and they were admired by all of the nine relms, well, even the mortals have tales of the forest. But the mortals tales were always so over the top don't you think? The mortals just never seem to get the stories quite right.
One story that was never told, until now of course, is the story of Kari, an Asgardian orphan of War. Kari was bright and brave but her strongest trait, even when she was a young child, was her ability to love. To love completely and unconditionally and of course, unrequited.
The Asgardian orphanages raised the children well but they were also strict. The children knew to obey or would suffer the consequences but Kari just never understood why she was being punished for wanting to read. However she never did change, which is a good thing because that streak of courage and self is how she met the boy who would soon need her love more than any other.
Kari is an orphan of the War with Jhotenhiem, her parents, both Asgardians; her father a warrior and her mother a hand maiden of the palace were both killed from the actions of the frost giants.
She grew up in the Asgardian orphanages with the other orphans, it was dreary and uninspiring but it was all she had and it was home.
The orphanage didn't have much but it served its purpose. One thing Kari longed for as she grew were books. When she grew bored of the selection of the orphanages had, one of the local healers had overheard her begging the carers for anything to read for the hundredth time.
It was meant as a joke, but it was taken as a challenge for Kari and it was one that changed her life forever.