The plan needed to be followed by the letter, Freya knew that and as did Loki. The fate of Asgard and the innocent lives rested on the shoulders of the trio as well as that of the Avengers should the scheme not go exactly how they anticipated. After she, her brother, and the God of Thunder used one of Loki’s secret passageways to travel to Svartalfheim where Malekith (and the Aether) lay waiting, the woman made certain everything was in place before doing what her family did best: putting on a show. The leader of the Dark Elves had to believe she and Loki were there for nefarious reasons, as allies considering the blood running through their veins as Jotuns, using Thor as the prisoner. Freya took the lead, figuring she should give Loki the opportunity to do the dirty work when it came to his adopted brother. The woman stepped out of her hiding place into the clearing where Malekith and a small band of Elves stood with one of their ships while Loki trailed slightly behind, practically throwing the God of Thunder forward as he did. “Malekith!” Freya spoke in a tone her father would have been most proud of. “I am Freya of Jotunheim, daughter of King Laufey, and this is my brother Loki. We have brought you a gift.” The raven-haired man shoved Thor to the ground.