Iris knew how to make an entrance. It was one of the many things Sif envied about her friend. She had it all; class, presence, beauty, position... Sif was sure no one ever underestimated Rainbow. Iris was who Sif tried to emulate in behavior. Who she wanted to be.
"Thanks for coming. This, well," Sif looked around her, understanding all too well her friend's confusion. "This is my home now. Thor and I are done."
Thor and I are done. It was the first time she'd actually thought it in those exact words, much less spoke them aloud. Her marriage, her attempts at a pleasant life were over. Why couldn't she just have been satisfied? She couldn't help how she felt, anymore than she could help how much snow fell each winter. If it hadn't quite been enough, couldn't she have just accepted it? She'd tried, that was true, but not hard enough. She gave in all too easily. Now another was paying for her mistakes.
"Oh, Iris! It's all such a mess!" Sif, the woman that thought she was strong enough to head out one her own and make a new life, began to sob.