"No power in the 'verse can stop me!" A rather low-pitched girlish voice called out with a bolt of green energy shooting out of her fingertips to bound against a golden surface of the room. The bolt fizzled as soon as it impacted the somewhat scorched golden wall. Clad in a wardrobe of brown cloth and gold chain, a brunette came bounding out from behind a pillar, decorative armor worn as she pranced around the large practice room with magic being called to her hands and shot out.

A sharp 'A-HEM' made the dark haired brunette pause in her prancing about to look quickly at who interrupted her spell casting. Tall, even for a maiden of their heritage, the woman was clad in decorative blue with silver metal embroidering the dark and light blue cloth. She had a fair body hidden under the armored layers. Brown eyes that reminded the other girl of their shared mother only coldly regarded the prancing woman.

"Darcy, the hall is waiting for us. Let us get there without turning into any strange animals or losing our clothes like last time." Darcy's blue eyes darkened at the annoyed tone of her older sister as she spoke to the loony one of the two. Her words held some truth as Darcy was well reknowned for her many spells and even more, spell casting accidents. With a sigh, Darcy reached a hand to her loose brown hair, debating for a moment to herself, before her full ensorcelled armor shimmered onto her rather curvaceous form, tightening the hold the cloth had on her as it settled. The elder of the two turned on her heel, not needing to change into any armor, nor staying behind to wait for Darcy to be ready to leave.

"Coming, Jane!" Darcy called out as Jane's normal strides easily outmatched her smaller ones. Asgard's brazier lit hallways raced across both immortals' faces. Jane was graceful with each stride, upright, eyes straight like a true royal. Her companion, nearly jogging behind the taller Aesir to keep up, was far from graceful, tripping every once in a while behind her sister. The echoes of their footsteps preceded the duo as they walked towards the throne hall where she knew they would have to look their best and be on their best behavior, well, rather Darcy would have to be.

"We're here. Are you ready, Darcy?" Jane looked back towards her approaching sister. Her brown eyes assessed her younger kin. Her cape had a torn hem from tripping over it with her feet. Her face was wide and open as her armored hands ran down across her hair before slipping on her diadem. The elder felt a smile start to quirk at the tip of her lips. Her sister, open and mischievous, ever prone to disaster and chaos incarnate, was the only reason for Jane's laughter and smiles if she had any to show. Despite her slightly rumpled clothing under the armor, and the fact that her diadem was tilted at an angle of a few degrees, Jane decided that the messier of the two was ready for this.

"Go ahead of me just as we practiced." Nodding, perhaps to save herself any further embaressment in front of the more studious of the two, Darcy slipped into the throne room, easing her way, as easily as she could before Jane would enter the grand hall where the crowd was talking to themselves, waiting in anticipation for the older Aesir, only taking a side glance if Darcy ever crossed their minds for a second.

Jane closed her eyes in thought, counting under her breath before exhaling a warm breath from her lips. Her armor, immaculate, with her diadem of silver stars in her hair along her brow, Jane knew she was as ready as she would ever be. This was going to be her last steps as Princess of Asgard. She would fully be the heir without worry of Darcy ever inheriting the title and accidently causing an interplanetary instance…..

Little did the two sisters know that this day would change the rest of their lives.