I stand before the sunlit window, the golden rays of Asgard reflecting off my silver hair like liquid moonlight. My hair tumbles down past my waist, soft and gleaming, framing a face that has already begun to turn heads in the halls of the palace. My eyes are a piercing ocean-blue, reflecting a mind that has absorbed more magic than most could hope to learn in a lifetime.
I am seventeen, and already I can feel the pulse of power in my veins, a legacy of both god and mortal. My form is slender, graceful, and alluring, though my beauty is only a fragment of my true strength. I wear a dress as dark as a midnight sky, adorned with shimmering blue ribbons that seem to dance with my every movement, a subtle tribute to the magic that courses through me. The cut of the dress reveals just enough to draw admiration, yet I move with a regal confidence that demands respect rather than envy.
Under the careful guidance of Frigga, I have learned the full spectrum of Asgardian magic. She teaches with patience, weaving lessons in spells, enchantments, and divinations, but I am… quick. Far quicker than she anticipated. I absorb every incantation, every flick of her hands, and bend it to my will effortlessly. The complexities that take others weeks, months, or years to master, I command in days.
Loki, ever the trickster, has taken a different approach. His lessons are subtle, deceptive, and full of illusion. He teaches me how to weave reality with shadows, to deceive the mind and bend perception, and I learn with an insatiable hunger. Illusion magic flows through me as naturally as breathing, each spell more intricate than the last, and each manipulation of the senses sharpens my mind like a blade.
By the time I am finished with my training sessions, even the most subtle illusions feel like second nature. I can make the air shimmer, bend light to my will, and create reflections so real they could fool even the sharpest Asgardian eye. My magic is not just strong; it is elegant, refined, and terrifying in its perfection.
And yet, despite all my power, I know that this is only the beginning. My body is strong, my mind sharp, and my magic almost boundless — but Asgard is vast, and the worlds beyond it are waiting. Soon, I will test my abilities. Soon, the gods themselves will realize that the daughter of Thor and a mortal, guided by Loki and protected by Frigga, is no mere child. I am something new, something neither god nor mortal, but a force that can reshape the very threads of magic itself.
And I will not be ignored.