Fire and Ice

The child was shivering, blue and very small, smaller even in Heimdall's arms. Frigga gestured to a healer without turning her head, and the woman hurried off, returning seconds later with an entourage of others, who swiftly took the little one away.

"The Allfather-" Heimdall began, but Frigga laughed.

"Of course this is his doing. The old fool." Who else would take an infant barely quickened and bring it home as a war trophy.

"Will she live?"

"He," Frigga said, considering. Born too soon, unfinished in myriad, critical ways, and yet... She sensed life in him. Fierce like fire. "Yes."