Hel
A drabble (main or AU) about my character mourning the death of yours.
A mother should never outlive her children.
God or Goddess, that is a fact of life. And when that happened then you have a broken heart that no matter how many bandaids, no matter how many pain killers, no matter how many healers the pain never goes away.
Day after day Frigga would walk the castle halls and day after day she would walk past Thor's door. There was never a day that went by where she did not cry
What made it harder was the fact that Frigga was Queen. There was a social standard she had to uphold and there were things that she should not do, mourning the lost of her child with other around was not something was acceptable for the queen to do.
While in the court he had to hold her head high and try to hide the stains the tears left behind from crying just before hand. But once the doors closed behind her, once she was given permission to leave she would cry.
Every single day.
It hurt, to walk by the chambers of Thor and know that there would be no one sleeping in the bed any more. No one making a mess and no one that had large blue eyes to look at her own and call her mother.
There was no way, there IS no way to move past the lost of your child.
All one can do is curl up and cry.
