A/N: Today is Spiritual, and this idea presented itself.
Characters: Frigga
Genre: Spiritual (also just a tad of sadness, but the view of the dead is not ours and i skirted it like the plague because feels so it's pretty good there)
There is determination and resolve, a knowing of her fate and an acceptance of it.
Pain burning cold—
There is now a darkness, softly dangerous. She knows if she stays here it will pull her into it and she will be lost. But she has a duty, still, even though her body lies slain.
She is still the All-Mother.
She will always be.
And the Mother of Asgard is waiting to lead her slain children home.
She waits, hours, until darkness falls and she is redressed and her children are assembled. She is laid to rest upon the sea and she floats out toward the edge. She waits for the fire she knows will come. Waits for it to burn, to give her that last spark of energy which will let her call out to the others.
Fire burning stars shining—
She feels the heat, senses the fire in the other boats. She knows she is close to the edge. She waits for the king to separate her soul from her body.
She feels it.
She rises, lighter than the mortal form she has left behind, lighter than air, shining brighter than the stars. She pulls the others—her children—towards her, with her.
She feels the world fall beneath her. She soars to meet those that have gone before her. She reaches for her new home.
She is Frigga All-Mother, and she leads the children of Asgard home.