Sigyn walked along the corridors of the palace with a slight skip in her step, her bare feet padding lightly on the floor, her dress tails trailing on the floor behind her as she went, her lengthy locks mixing with her gown, her hand lightly caressing the wall to her right, almost lovingly. She hummed softly to herself, muttering worlds softly, spinning and pirouetting slightly, giggling softly as she got slightly tangled. The sound of a door opening bounced of the walls as Loki walked out, marching over to her, picking up her brunette locks as he gently pulled her towards him, ending up with her slightly wrapped in her own hair as well as his arms. She grinned brightly up at him, kissing his nose.

"Good morning, brother dear... You look unusually grumpy today, let me guess... Is it something to do with our delightful older sibling?" She asked, rolling her eyes, though her grin faded as the look he gave her was stern as steel.

"Mother sent me to find you, she says you are late for your dressing, for Thor's ceremony... Do NOT roll you eyes at me sister, we are going to be late as it is. You have a simple choice, follow me of your own accord or I drag you there, your choice." Any hint of a smile or even joy fadded from her face as she stepped back from him, curtsying slightly.

"Lead on, almighty one." She said, as she always did when he spoke or treated her like she was less than he. Loki merely sighed, taking hold of her arm he led, near dragging her, to where her mother and her ladies in waiting where. He forced her down into the awaiting chair, nodding his head to his mother, glancing at his sister through the mirror before marching off.

"Don't take it to heart, dear," their mother said, seeing her child's eyes were near filled to the brim with true tears, "you know how he gets about these sorts of thing's, he likes everything and everyone to be in their rightful place."

"Which one am I..." She muttered, as the maids began to brush out her hair, she closed her eyes, hanging her head. "A thing or just a... Another." Her voices misery struck Frigga hard, though she allowed the servants to do their duty so as they would not delay thing's more than her youngest already had.

For once Sigyn did not bicker, back chat, or fidget as she was readied. Did not demand that her hair should be allowed to flow free, or that her feet needed to be able to breath without restrictions. She just sat as her hair and make up were done, standing and moving as required as she was dressed. Frigga sighed silently, nodding for the servants to leave, as to go get a place in the crowd. Once the doors were shut she approached her daughter, who stood, head still hanging, hands folded neatly in front of her, if not for the beam of pure sorrow she projected, she would be standing as her mother had always wanted her to.

"I have often wandered, why when Loki is seemingly mad or in a general foul mood, do you take it to heart so easily, when if it is Thor you merely shrug it off..." She said, taking her daughters hand in her own. "Then I see the link you both share, one of which I have heard and seen only in twins, normally the identical sort more than the other, yet you are neither twins nor identical... Sigyn dear, look at me, please." She said softly, as she obeyed, her face that of a shunned puppy. "You know deep down that you are his world, that you have always been that, through out your lives, infancy into childhood, through adolescence to now... These harsh tones and words that he used on you were never meant to be aimed near you, he is just distracted heavily as of late that his... Aim is off, more than it usually is..." She smirked at her daughter who went to defend him, only to realize she'd walked right into her mothers trick. "He loves, cares and wishes to protect you as, I feel, all brothers should their younger sister." She kissed her forehead, making Sigyn smile softly, "ah that's what was missing..." She said, nodding, stepping back as she smoothed out her gown, fixing her own hair slightly. "You know where you are to stand?"

"Yes mother, to the right of Loki on fathers right hand side," she said, as Frigga nodded. There was a light knock at the door before it was opened and Loki walked.

"Mother you wished to see me..." He stopped mid sentence on seeing Sigyn, a look of shock mixed with admiration painted him. He quickly, but not too much as to seem eager, made his way to his sisters side. "You look magnificent, little one, like a lady from your books..." He bowed his head, offering her his hand, "may I have the honor of escorting you to the ceremony that awaits us?" He asked, his eyes glancing up to watch her reaction. She looked to their mother who tilted her head with her usual loving smile, nodding, she turned back to her brother, curtsying.

"The honor, dearest brother, would be mine." She said, placing her hand in his, he rose back up to his full height, beaming at her as he led her out of the room and along the corridors, glancing her over as they walked.

"Loki?" She asked, as the two approached the great halls grand doors, looking up at him in his horned helmet.

"Yes, Sigyn, what is it?" He replied, his voice now its usual calm and kind tone as he looked to meet her eyes.

"I forgive you, and understand ." She said simply, pulling him to a stop before leading him to the side.

"Thank you, sister but..." He began only to be kissed softly on the lips by her, rubbing noses with him.

"Just next time, sharpen the aim of your temper, brother dear..." She smirked, walking to the doors, sighing as she tapped her foot, looking at him. "Well? Come on, we are to be late by your pace of movement." She said, a self satisfied demeanor upon her as she looked at her still stunned brother. Loki cleared his throat, bending his head as he composed himself before taking his place at her side, linking arms with her as they walked into the room, filled with their subjects, the two standing tall and proud, a true matching pair. After paying their respects to their father, they took their places beside their mother and one another. The two looked at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation before the crowds erupted with cheering as their eldest brother walked in, pumping up the ecstasy that their people gave off, loving every moment in the spot light. As he made his way down the centre of the guards the family and most respected warriors watched. Sigyn giggled, beaming at him, unable to help but be happy for the simple face that he was, her hands holding one another in pure joy. Once he reached the steps he knelt down on one knee, removing his helmet, winking at their mother. Sigyn chanced a glance to Loki who merely watched him, emotionless. Their father stood, banging his staff down once the room fell silent instantly as its impact echoed around the room.

"Thor, Odinson, my heir," Sigyn looked to Loki, seeing his head lower slightly at these simple words, "my first born. So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjolnir, forged in the heart of a dying star. It's power has no equal, it's a weapon to destroy or as a tool to build, it is a fit companion for a king. I have defended Asguard, and the lives of the innocent across the nine realms from the time of the great beginning..." Her fathers words faded into a murmur in the back of the young princess's mind as she watched her brothers, eyes glancing between the two, not wanting to draw attention with constant head movements. Her eyes went too far to her left and met her mothers, and as silently instructed she began to pay attention once more. "Do you swear to guard the nine realms?" Their father asked.

"I swear," Thor said, bold and with pride.

"And do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition, and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"

"I swear." Thor lifted his right arm, as if to enforce it more.

"And on this day I, Odin all father, proclaim you... Frost Giants." Their father said, Sigyn near began to applaud only to realise that the last two words were not joint to the sentence. Their father banged his staff once more, as Sigyn was pulled closer by her brother, he leant down and whispered to her.

"Go to your chamber, I shall come for you when I am sure it's safe..."

"But fath..." She began to protest only to get the same look as she had before, she merely nodded and began to walk off when her father beckoned for his three children to follow him. She bowed her head, waiting for him to pass before following him, for once keeping close to Thor, looking back at Loki, who seemed to glow with an emotion unknown to the young princess.