“Baseless?” Frigga saw red.
Charging after Freyja, she grabbed onto her one time friend’s arm harshly, attempting to moor her in place and force her to face her. “This is not how you treat someone that you profess is your sister!”
Freyja’s last promise rang in her ears. Frigga felt bile rising up at the base of her throat, hand in hand with her ire. Her grey-blue eyes flashed.
“No. You will not. You are no longer welcome here in Asgard,” she told her sharply then, releasing Freyja but losing none of her steel. “You are banished from this place, Freyja Njorddottir. In the name of my husband and his father before him!”
Freyja yanked her arm back, but had to laugh at the last of her declaration, at the absurdity.
“Strange to call on Bor, considering you did not even truly know the man! You knew him all of what–one day?–before he vanished on the battlefield? To invoke him then is disrespectful, and performative.”
“Your whole role here is performative … “ Freyja mused, “I knew Bor well, I trained and fought with the shield-maids, and I gave this kingdom two heirs. What have you done here, aside from letting both of my daughters be murdered?” She wondered at her, tone edging something harsher at the thought of what all Cul and his rebels had taken from her.
“I am far better suited to rule Asgard, but I don’t want it. I want only one thing, and now that I’ve had it–vigorously and over again–what is to stop me from coming back whenever I want?”
The very ground beneath them shuddered for Frigga’s wrath, and above them, the towers which Ve had built for Freyja swayed with the motion of the plates at Frigga’s feet. Small pieces of stone tapped along the floor, shaken loose.
“There is not a day that goes by that I do not regret what happened to those babes.” Her voice was quiet, but the edge was razor sharp, glinting like a knife in the dark.
“But it does not give you the excuse to come here, and take the King of Asgard as though you spoke the binding words with him that were my promises to tie myself to his house. You are the dowager princess of Asgard, a one time mother, and a one time shield maiden, who has yet to accept the fact that she is no longer either of those things. And whilst you toiled with Bor and his men, I toiled yet more with masters of seithr at the Academies in Vanaheim, turning my mind to Vanir arts.”
Her fingertips tingled, seithr called up from the depths of her. It burned white hot at the tip of her pointer finger, ready for use.
“There are things that I now know that you never will when it comes to using magic,” she told Freyja, “and my power has always been greater than yours. What is to stop you from coming back whenever you want? I am to stop you. Unless you stay away and show that you are sorry for what you have done, I will bind you from this place, so that if you ever so much as bat an eyelash at Asgrad again, you will be flung into the branches of Yggdrasil and there to drift untethered for the rest of your days.”
Frigga’s voice never rose beyond a hum, intimate in the empty walk way.
“Do I make myself clear?”
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