Infinity

Chapter 3- NOT KING YET

I slowly finish the small braids in my hair. I pull my armor on and check everything in the mirror. I grab Delvameg and set out to the grand hall. I walk in through the hall behind the throne, avoiding the crowd. Hundreds of people talk about how honored they are- how amazing it is that they get to see two Kings' ceremonies in their lifetime- that this is the last ceremony of tradition- and all other kinds of ideas and topics are spread though out the crowd.

I stand among the many people of my Father's life; My Grandmother, Frigga, my Uncle, Loki, as well as Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. I probably stand out from the rest of them, their armor and garbs being silver and gold, adorned with bring colors, my armor being black.

"What have you in your hand, Ivanna?" Volstagg asks, motioning at Delvameg.

"This is Delvameg." I say, holding it out for them to see, "A remarkable weapon, if you ask me, the craftsmanship is phenomenal, not to mention the fact that it holds my Infinity Stone."

"How is that in any way a fine weapon?" Fandral asks.

I quickly swipe it through the air, changing it into a sword, I swipe it again and it becomes a bow, "There

are your reasons."

Frigga chuckles, "Alright, Ivanna, you've proven your point."

I smile as the room goes silent. Mjolnir flies up the hall, my Father following behind it.

The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheer and applause.

My Father strides up the hall and kneels at the base of the throne.

The room falls silent again as Odin stands, "Gungnir. Its aim is true, its power strong. With it I have defended Asgard and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realm since the time of the Great

Beginning. And though the day has come for a new King to wield his own weapon- that duty remains the same. Thor Odinson, my heir, my first-born. So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. Its power has no equal -- as a weapon, to destroy, or as a tool, to build. It is a fit companion for a King."

A shiver runs down my spine; something is not right.

"Today I entrust you with the greatest honor in all the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."

I notice that I am not the only one who feels the cold air. A few people in the crowd rub their hands across their arms, trying to keep from shivering.

Something is not right.

"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms?"

"I swear!"

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you-" Odin hesitates, focusing on something across the room.

I turn, looking at the ice that forms across the banners and walls.

"It can't be." I mutter.

"Frost Giants." Odin whispers.