You are (Y/n) Odindottir, Thor and Loki’s younger sister. You are the Goddess of Nature, granting you abilities beyond imagination. Your soft and light personality symbolizes a warm, relaxing day at the beach, while the darker parts of your personality symbolizes a rough, powerful rainstorm.

Since your oldest brother Thor, refused the role as King of Aasgard, and Loki was…well, in prison after trying to take over Midgard, you became the Queen of Aasgard.

It was another day on Aasgard and you were sitting on your throne, the large golden chair being a bit more empty than you’d prefer, it being a large reminder that your family isn’t whole.

You sat there, resting your chin on your fist and sigh, just staring ahead of you. Your eyes caught a few servants, talking, and looking at you. You could tell they talking about you, from their whispering. It was obvious, from your reputation, that the people weren’t a fan of you as a queen, mainly due to your soft, and kind hearted nature, unlike Thor.