|Frigga, Queen of Asgard (bamfqueen) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-12-06 00:52:00
|Entry tags:||frigga, loki|
Who: Queen Frigga and OPEN
What: Look what the storm blew in? SHE DIDN'T DO IT!
When: Evening of the fifth
Where: Middle of the city in the middle of the destruction. She's used to it.
Warnings: TBD but doubtful any
Midgard. Her senses made it clear that the place she'd found herself in was Midgard. But how? And why? The last thing she'd remembered was the searing pain of the blade through her. If there was an afterlife, she was relatively certain it wasn't held on a planet in a realm so far from her own. So entirely distant.
The machinery was familiar from her meditations, watching Thor and Loki both on their visits to Earth. That didn't make it any more comforting. She still wasn't entirely sure what it all was or how it worked. Everything was so loud and ugly and dirty and already she missed the tranquil beauty of her home and the comforts of her palace.
Still. Frigga hadn't ruled as queen for years without some understanding of how to adjust to a difficult situation. Her only regret was the lack of a weapon. That would help her comfort levels considerably. She looked around, trying to judge the people around her. Tucking herself into a dark corner, the lady of Asgard sent a projection of herself out into the world to listen and learn and observe. If anyone were to hurt her or make an attack on her life, it wouldn't be her they'd be hurting. She'd already suffered one death and though she wasn't certain one could be killed a second time, Frigga wasn't going to take her chances.
There seemed to be ruins. But this wasn't the city of New York. She listened through her projection. A storm. A large storm had blown through the city. She should help. If only she were more sure of herself, she would. Maybe then, she could. But confusion fought with compassion and she wasn't even sure where she stood. Quite literally.