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The arrival of the King of Alfheim in Asgard was as unexpected as it was rare. It should have been a welcomed visit, considering the turmoil that had occurred between the two kingdoms almost a century ago. It made the Allfather question the elf king's intensions. In the midst of the anticipated arrival Odin Allfather was already battling within himself on the affairs of the future of Asgard and that of his family. His decision to make his first born heir to his throne hung over the weary king like a storm. Thor was the rightful heir to the throne to be sure, but his boldness and brash decision making made the Allfather reconsider his decision.

While sitting in his bedchamber with his wife he contemplated his decision once again. A look of pain and heartache could be seen clearly on his face. Frigga, being married to Odin for eons, recognized the look of anguish across his face. The last time she had seen this same look was during the Asgard/Alfheim war so many years ago. She rose from her lounging chair and very gracefully sat by her husband's side. As she took his hands in hers she asked very softly, not wanting to startle him from his deep thoughts,

"What is it that troubles you my love?"

He turned to look at her, staring deep into her emerald eyes, remembering back to when they were young and in love, everything was so easy then. He looked back to their intertwined hands.

"Do you think our boy is ready for such a task?" he asked her.

Frigga contemplated the question and quickly said, "No great king was ever perfect. A king that makes mistakes and falls before all his people learns the true lesson of ruling a kingdom and its people in time."

Odin thought about her answer and before he could open his mouth to reply, she spoke again. "Don't you remember after your father died and you became king, the war with Alfheim had just begun? And your first command was to invade the opposing realm, and totally obliterate that race." Odin looked ashamed at the memory. Frigga continued, "And you almost did kill that race, along with most of your Asgardian warriors. So many lives were lost. We all remember that time of turmoil and despair, but do you?"

Odin looked at his wife again. A smile made its way to his lips and he took his hand to cup her cheek. She rested her head against his touch, smiling back at him. He almost whispered to her, "I remember a great queen by my side, supporting and guiding me." She touched his hand that was on her cheek and she kissed his palm.

"I also remember you telling me that I was as stubborn as a Belshneip and that a monkey could do my tasks better."

They both chuckled at the memory. Odin took his hand away and stood before his wife. As she looked up at him he looked every part as a king should. His metallic armor covered all the worry the old man had buried inside him. He strode across the lavish bedchamber and paused just before the massive doors to turn to his wife. He held his hand out to beckon her to join him. She stood gracefully, composing herself into the queen of Asgard. As she took her husband's hand she said, as if to reassure her husband's decision, "Thor will make you proud."

A/N: I wrote this story mostly for my sister who is a Thor girl. But I was curious to see what others thought about it. It dosn't really take place before, during, or after Thor. I kind of just created a completely different story with all the main characters and some new ones. So enjoy! Please read and review, I'd love to hear what you think.