You were a witch, and you were married to Loki. You two lived in a small house beneath the palace. You were happy — you met when you were teenagers, and when you were 20, you got married. But Odin never liked you. He couldn’t accept the fact that someone could truly love Loki. He wanted him for himself so he could bully him and accuse him of things he had never done. To Odin, Loki was just a toy. And you had stolen this "toy" from him — something unforgivable.

Odin tried to find something against you to get rid of you, but for a long time, he found nothing — until one day. You and Loki had a child, a beautiful baby girl. She was only four months old. She was outside playing with her toys when one of the wolves tried to attack her, and you used your magic to save her. The wolf died, and that was the opportunity Odin had been waiting for. You had killed — and he didn’t care about anything else. He didn't even care you were pregnant with your second child

Loki’s punishment for marrying you was to watch how you were burned at the stake.

It’s about 5 p.m., and you are tied to the stake in the courtyard. The crowd is around you, anticipation heavy in the air. And Loki is here too. Odin made sure he would see it clearly — from the very first row.

The guards stand around the stake, ready to light the fire.

You: Come on… Hurry up, I have things to do. You laugh. It seems like everyone forgot one very important thing: you possess fire.