14589/A visit to the battle field

A visit to the battle field
Date of Scene:	02 April 2023
Location:	Public Rotunda - Atlantic Starport
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Frigga, Brunnhilde

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Frigga has posed:
Asgard is in a state of celebration. Feasts have been lasting through the week, bonfires remain lit deep into the night with stories of valor told 'round them. The Palace has finished their round of celebrations for the time being, and it shifts inexorably towards the counting of the lost, the names now added to the Halls of Valhalla. There is the question of prisoners, housed mainly in the lower areas of the palace, and there is the question of political machinations of several 'players' who have found themselves either in better position or, conversely, a worse footing than when it all began.

This is the backdrop in which the Queen of Asgard has decided to visit Midgard; it's a chance to clear her head, or perhaps see if she can't find a little more clarity in what has transpired. Perhaps she'll find a hint as to the //why// of it all. Failing that, it's a visit back to Midgard; a place where she's not spent any real time at for centuries.

The Bifrost is a crossing that is difficult to hide, really. The flash of brilliantly-hued light that leaves behind a rune in the landscape is a definite 'hint' as to from whence the visitor arrives. Dressed first resplendantly in greens and golds, Frigga looks around quickly, and within a heartbeat, she is dressed very much like an average Midgardian. At least, she //looks// like she is. Blonde hair is plaited still, hanging down behind her. Looking at her landing area, she takes in all the new sights, sounds..

Brunnhilde has posed:
Death is never far from an Asgardian's mind. Warriors all they know it may just be lurking around the corner and there is no greater honor than to die in glorious battle and be accepted into Valhalla. It has been so for millenia, with the valkyrie taking helm in helping those souls make the transition. It had been a duty that Brunnhilde had a long time ago stepped down from.

So why was she here today?

It had been a call like none other she had felt in .., perhaps 500 years. But she knew she had a place to be. Drawn to the death, to the conflict. It had been like moving muscles that she thought were long dormant. And so the souls had been guided to the Halls of Valhalla.

Celebration had come and gone but she knew there wasn't a place for her in those so she chose to be here, watching a vigil made by the humans of Midgard for the souls lost in this war. Both human, Asgardian or even elven, a few hundred people holding candles in the darkness as they prayed to their own Gods or simply stood in respect for the dead.

The energies of the Bifrost is something that the Valkyrie certainly does not miss though and kohl-rimmed eyes go that way, arching a brow when she notes the figure there, she starting to approach.

Frigga has posed:
Frigga is not one of the Norse pantheon that is immediately recognizable; not in this time and millenia. Her children are so much more well known and have been since before 'all this' began with Thor's initial brief but notable exile. The vigil fires in the form of candles isn't lost on her, their meaning hearkening back to those times. There's a melancholic almost-smile that reaches Frigga's visage; in a way, perhaps Midgard isn't so far removed from when she had last spent time?

Frigga walks slowly towards the gatherings, but there is that sense of another nearby; a warrior shieldmaiden that is a Valkyrie. Pausing in her step, she turns in the direction of that sense, and upon seeing Brunnhilde's approach, she waits, the hint of a smile turning warmer as the light flickers 'round them.

"Brunnhilde." It's a statement, a greeting, and an acknowledgment of her place in their world that yet remains.

Brunnhilde has posed:
If these years away have done anything for Brunnhilde was teaching her how to blend in. Dark jeans along with a grey turtle neck sweater and a leather jacket is the kind of clothing that seem to be neutral enough to go well anywhere. The only hint of what this woman might really be are the intricate braids of golden hair along with the warrior topknot done in the old ways.

"Queen Frigga." There is no bow or bending of the knee though considering the public space they are at. She takes the woman in then surveys the humans gathering for a few moments of silence.

"There has been much loss on all sides." She finally speaks up, hand running through her hair when the wind picks up, "The humans are hopeful though, even through their mourning now that one of the earth heroes has returned. What brings you here tonight?"

Frigga has posed:
Frigga stands on the periphery of those gathered, so there are none that are truly looking at the two women. Regardless of what the valkyrie may wear, there is no mistaking her for anything other than what and who she truly is... one of the All-Father's Own and Valkyrie. The deliverer of souls to the Great Halls. A job that holds honor in their Realm.

At the words of greeting, Frigga inclines her head slowly, acknowledging and accepting them. There is situational propriety, after all, and yet the courtesy remains, if only conveyed by words. She, too, looks back at those gathered, her words low. There will be none that overhear them if it's not desired, so their conversation is their own for the moment. Frigga's lips press together, and she nods her agreement, her words following, "There has. There are fires on Asgard that speak of the stories of those of Midgard. Even home, the bravery with which they fought are recalled." As if that's the most important thing? No... she is also very much a mother. Here, her voice lowers, adding, "I do mourn with the mothers that have lost their sons. Sometimes it is difficult to find peace, even with the knowledge that there is a grand life beyond." The goddess of motherhood, right here.

It's that last bit that cheers her, and her head cants as she looks back at Brunnhilde. Her lips press and she offers a quick, 'Huhn..' in consideration before adding, "It's nice to know that Thor is so beloved." Still. Again.

It's why she's here, however, that she looks back at the Starport and the vigil there of those of many walks of life. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wives... and she falls silent for a long moment before, "I wanted to see for myself that place where Malekith fell, and where Jane Foster fell, as well as where those of Asgard fought beside those of Midgard." A soft sound comes from her throat, a laugh that holds no amusement. "More and more, these Realms draw closer."
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Brunnhilde has posed:
The Valkyrie listens in mostly silence, her powerful arms coming to fold over her chest while blue eyes continue to survey the proceedings. The etherealness of it all is something the Asgardian has lived countless times in the past even if she had avoided it for most of her life after leaving Asgard. She casts a brief look at Frigga, "And the wives that have lost husbands.."

It does seem she has heard of the Odin-sleep now. Not that she keeps it quiet, "I have been told Odin is not awake. Something to do with Malekith's attack.." eyes taking in the other woman's expression before the subject shifts a touch.

"They both fell." Malekith and Jane. "But their destinies don't seem to have been the same. She has not come upon the gates of Valhalla, nor was her soul led there, or anywhere else. She simply disappeared."

She has no doubt where Malekith went after getting his skull crushed.

Frigga has posed:
Frigga nods, echoing Brunnhilde's words, "Wives, their husbands." Of course, that leads to her own problems, which of course are Asgard's own. The royal family IS, essentially, Asgard. "He sleeps," the queen acknowledges, and there is the attempt to keep her expression even and calm. She is a queen after all, and remains graceful in the face of difficulties, instead looking out and finding a light in that darkness. Only in the shadows does she express concern that this particular sleep is longer than most. "Loki sits as Prince Regent, and his eyes are cast to our people." She stresses the word 'our', both to be sure to include the Valkyrie and the fact that the younger prince also used the term. //Our//. It's a little thing perhaps to some, but to her? It's a decided change of attitude.

Frigga's hands draw behind her, fingers lightly entwining as she nods slowly. "They did. And you are correct. I cannot see the path Jane has taken, though we both know that none just disappear. Not without appearing somewhere else. Hmm.. it's just a matter of finding out //where//." This comes from Frigga with something of a certainty; not a vain hope.