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Frigga knew what was happening before she opened the letter. She knew what her youngest was going to do. Although she had prepared him for it this whole time, although she had planted the seed in his head, she was scared. She let out a hysterical laugh, her the Queen of Asgard, scared of two measly letters.
Dear Asgard,
I will not bother trying to explain how much your world is fucked up. Because it is.
But it won't be. Put your trust in AllMother Frigga.
You shall stay safe under my protection. If you know and believe this you shall win the war that is coming.
Do not bother searching for me.
Farwell
She opened a smaller note from the second envelope. There was a thick warding spell allowing only her to open it. Inside was another letter and a strong protective bracelet.
Perfectly executed, and perfectly written- just as she taught him.
Frigga- Kill Odin, the throne will go to you as dowager Queen (though I do believe you already know that). Tell Thor when he comes back that if he steps out of line, he will gain the same fate as Odin (by my hand, or yours).
I love you
-He had an illusion over these three words, surprisingly easy to lift. He must have been tired when he cast it-
Goodbye