Alfheim

Mangog passed a few surviving elves on the way to the portal to Nidavellir, but it paid them no mind as killing them would be a waste of time and effort. The march to the path had been littered with the sights and sounds of emptiness, most of the elves had retreated to Ljosalfgard during Mangog's initial attack and most had been killed or escaped at this point minus the handful that had been fleeing in terror as Mangog walked by.

Mangog looked over its new body noting the taller, slimmer frame that had replaced the large bulky original form. Whatever power it had taken from Odin had forced its body to change to something greater, Mangog could see so many things happening all around. Odin's knowledge had been the great gift that Mangog had been missing finding your destiny is difficult for most beings but a monster made of billions of souls had significantly made it more difficult. Odin's soul had brought the truth with it which is something Mangog valued greatly.

Mangog thought of Thor and his friends and began to wonder what the son of Odin would have planned since certainly Heimdall would have pieced together Mangog's present course and would absolutely be working to keep Mangog away from Nidavellir. It would reach the portal in a few hours, maybe longer, Mangog wasn't in a hurry something about the walk was soothing and peaceful, something Mangog had rarely experienced in its brief existence.

Asgard

Frigga pulled an old chest from her closet and opened it revealing her old armor from before she was queen. She pulled out her old sword and held it, she ran her finger along the edge and recoiled when it cut her finger and blood slowly dripped to the floor. She wiped her finger on a towel and put her sword on the bed and pulled out her old armor.

It had been so long since she had worn it, she doubted it would fit but there was no time to get new armor made. She had stopped fighting when Odin had married her, but now she would no longer be Queen and avenging her Husband's killer was more important than anything at this point.

As she changed into her old armor all the years of training and fighting came rushing back even more clear than they usually did. She had been the greatest warrior in Asgard that wasn't a part of the royal family and Odin had seen fit to bring her into battle many times as the two quickly fell in love and married. Her duties as Queen may have pulled her from the warrior's life but the years had not dulled her ability. Her sword training had continued with Odin at least once a week and her studies in magic had been a secret passion of hers as a child that she had dove into once she was named Queen.

Thor wouldn't like the idea but Frigga would be coming with them no matter what she had to do not only because Mangog had killed the man she loved but because they were going to need all the help they could get.

Outside Frigga's Room

Loki wasn't sure how long he had been standing outside of his mother's room, just staring into the fine woodwork that was her door. He knew that he should speak with her, apologize for what he said on the Bifrost Bridge. He repeatedly reached for the door handle but he couldn't bring himself to turn it, he sighed and reached to his cheek as the slap she had dealt him stung him even thought it had been plenty of time since it happened.

Years of memories had come rushing back to Loki following their exchange on the Bifrost Bridge, all the times his mother had comforted him, gave him advice, and even taught magic so that he could defend himself if he needed too. He had never thought of everything she sacrificed to protect him, as much as he hated and resented being lied to about being a Frost Giant, the strategist in him understood. If the truth had been announced, the Frost Giants may have started a whole new bloody conflict to retrieve him, other Asgardians would have never trusted him and even resented Odin for saving a baby monster when he should have left him to die. Frigga chose to accept a Frost Giant as her own and never love him any less than she loved her real son and Loki had done nothing but disrespect her since learning the truth.

Loki shook his head and turned his back to the door, once they had dealt with Mangog, Loki would sit with his mother and he would tell her how much he loved her but right now he needed to be fully focused on the battle to come. Loki walked away quietly with regret as he continued to think about Mangog and in the back of his mind…his mother.

Thor's Room

Thor took a seat on his room's balcony and looked out over the horizon, the anticipation for the battle to come had always been a part of battle that he enjoyed greatly. This fight to come was different though, all the previous times he had done this it was because he was told and his decisions were not the ones deciding who would live and die. Odin determined who went where and fought what battles, countless Asgardian warriors had been killed because of decisions that Odin had made over the years. Thor could always deal with these things since Odin had made the decisions but ever since returning from Earth and losing his father these decisions now weighed more on Thor's mind.

He stood and walked back into the room, Sif and the Warriors Three had followed Thor into battle plenty of times but now that Thor was King of Asgard it would be different. Thor could always count on his father to save him if it came to it, get in trouble on Jotunheim wait for Odin to come save you, need advice on how to be respectful of Elvish traditions…ask Odin. Now Thor was here having to make decisions that he never even had to consider before now and the thought petrified him.

His mind traveled to Sif and the others, if they were killed those lives would be on Thor and nobody else. Thor had thought of being King so many times and now here he was in charge like he always dreamed of and he was agonizing over the lives of people that he had fought countless battles with.

Doubt had begun to creep into Thor's mind, he tried to push the thoughts from his mind when he heard a knock on the door. Thor opened the door to find a guard waiting for him. The guard bowed "Heimdall sent me…He says that it is time."