The guards had come in and she knew they had brought terrible news. She had rushed over to the wall once they had said those words. She watched as his illusion spoke with them calmly, but she focused her eyes and watched as he dropped to his knees and screamed at the top of his lungs. Chills fell over her limbs and she slammed her fist onto the barrier softly as the tears rolled over her cheeks. His illusion had actually walked over and sat down on his couch and started to read, but Loki himself was destroying everything in the room. Tears were rolling over his cheeks and those agonized screamed were breaking her heart.

He threw his couch and then his books he threw everything in his room until he managed to wear himself out and then he just collapsed against the back wall and had begun to cry into his palms silently. His books were all in shreds all over the floor, the stuffing of his couch was popping out, and his chairs were now missing legs. She stood to look around his floor at his enraged destruction, and found a single image. It was of Frigga. She manipulated the air and made icy cold wind blow the picture over to Loki, who peered up and very gently grasped the image and held it to his chest as he began crying once more.

She turned and wrapped her blanket around her in an effort to comfort herself. She then began painting on her wall. The soft yellow paint splashed onto her wall and then she had rapidly begun twirling the brush through the splattered paint to make curls. She then began to work on those friendly green eyes she had seen so many times, then she started on the usual flowing white dress. Streaks of silver emphasized shadows on her dress, while she grabbed her peach colored paint and began adding color to the face, neck, and hands.

She reached for her water bottle once more, and realized that she had four bottles sitting empty on her floor. She turned and saw that the lights were out and had most likely been out for hours. But the fact she had actually gone to retrieve bottle after bottle from the edge of her cell had actually meant she had been painting for about four days now, nonstop. She sighed and walked over to the barrier between them. He was sitting over there and his hair was beginning to look unkempt.

She placed her hands against the wall noisily, hoping that he would at least look up at her, but all he did was run his thumbs over his mother's image. Her eyes softened and she made her way back over to her painting. She tapped her fingers to it to see if any of it had dried, and seeing that parts of her dress actually had, she began painting once more. She proceeded to paint darker shadows and added detail to her hands and face.

She then proceeded to outline her smile and add more detail and color to her lips, eyes and face. "I want you to see that she wouldn't want you to cry, Loki." Syndra whispered as she gathered more paint on her brush. She turned to grab more paint and realized she was now almost out, but then again she was almost finished. She added the final details and stepped back to look at her work. She had left the image of Loki how it had been, but she had painted Frigga onto it and now Frigga's hand was cupping Loki's face and there was a smile on her lips. Even in art form Syndra had managed to capture the loving look in Frigga's eyes when she looked at Loki.

Syndra smiled softly, but wiped her face because her tears had started falling once more. Her soft sobs had begun to strengthen and she hit her knees by the barrier between her and Loki. She had successfully distracted herself from her pain for an entire week, but once she had reminded herself of why she had painted the image her heart broke once more. She sat there and watched as he had begun to fall apart more and more each day.

Her hands would stay pressed against the wall, waiting for the warmth of his hands to resonate through the barrier, but it never would. He hadn't moved from his place for days, and she didn't think he would move any time soon. But she stayed there, when she wasn't adding more paint to the painting she had done for him. But she would always return and sit right there, day after day. She would pray and plead for him to come to the wall and say something to her… just one word.

She would whisper to him, telling him she knew he was hurting... this was how she hoped to get him to come to her, but it never seemed to work. "I'm here Loki… I'm here for you, I promise…" she would whisper, hoping that maybe he could at least look at her. His illusion would come and sit before her, which meant he knew she was there. But this didn't mean he was becoming what he once was, this just meant he was still hiding.

"I can see you over there, your illusions don't work on me… I have seen your pain, dear… please… please just come speak to me… don't send your illusions…" she whispered and watched him carefully. He didn't move, but his illusion did; and his illusion placed his hands over hers, but the warmth wasn't there. It wasn't the same. It just wasn't. she watched him as he continued to sit over there and hide behind his illusions. It worked for everyone else, but not for her.

This was breaking her heart. She wanted him to know he didn't have to do this… she wanted him to know that he didn't have to suffer alone. She wanted him to know she was here for him and only him. She just sat there, telling him he didn't have to suffer alone and that she was here for him, and she would always be there for him. She couldn't contain her tears any longer so she just broke down and cried again… two and a half weeks, she had sat here, begging him to speak to her. Not a move was made on his part.

She pressed her hands against the wall and watched him as he sat over there, his tears had begun to dry up, but he wouldn't speak. He wouldn't even move. So she just sat there, and she waited. She watched as new prisoners had been brought in, and old had been taken out. Her room had been opened and they had put a man and a woman in there with her. Apparently Frigga had been the only reason her cell had only had one person.

"Hey, you, elf." The man called out to her and she turned to look at him. "What are you in for?" he asked and she frowned at him, her eyes narrowed as the woman came closer and closer to touching her painting. "If you touch that, you will regret it." Syndra bit out, and the woman snorted at her. "Oh, we have a stubborn wench in here don't we? Well wench, your daddy and his creature killed lady Frigga and now I'm in here with you because lady Frigga was the only thing keeping me free." The woman sneered and balled her fist. She then smeared the paint down the wall, rubbing a weeks worth of detail off of the image of Frigga.

"How disrespectful." Syndra sneered and the room began to get cold. "She died and your ruined her image." Syndra snapped, her tears falling once more. "I worked so hard on that for her… for lady Frigga… she loved my art and you ruined it." She hissed and the woman rolled her eyes. "Oh, please… you dark elves have no morals… you have no feelings… you're nothing more than beasts." The woman said as she watched Syndra scramble to gather her paint to try and fix what the woman had done.

"Guards, why are there others in her cell? You had direct orders for no others to be in her cell!" Thor yelled as he ran down to open Syndra's cell. He yanked the man out of the cell, but the woman persisted to bother Syndra. "Get out of there, now!" Thor demanded, but the woman snatched Syndra's brush and snapped it in two. At the sound of the crack, soft blue eyes darkened and the air chilled. Syndra's hand raised and Thor jumped in front of the woman, which made Syndra's eyes lighten back to blue and the room began to warm back up. Her tears continued to streak back over her cheeks, and Thor frowned. He set down a new box of paint and brushes, then shoved the other woman into a different cell with other asgardians.

"Syndra… are you alright now?" his voice called to her and she jolted to look over at the barrier. Loki sat there, his hands pressed against the wall. "Y-yes I am fine…" she whispered as she made her way over to him. "I'm not." He said and she nodded. "I know you aren't, dear." She whispered and he looked her in the eyes. He wasn't used to her using his lines. But she was trying to comfort him. He offered a small smile, although she could tell it was forced.

"Now look at what you've done…" she sighed and he looked at her strangely. "Your hair looks like the south end of an Asgardian war horse that hasn't seen a brush in ages." She sighed and he released a chuckle as he looked at himself in the reflection of the barrier. "I suppose I do look like hell then, don't I?" he asked and she smiled softly at him as she wiped her eyes. "Even worse." She said and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. "You look like Jotunheim." She said and he blinked in surprise, but then chuckled lowly.

"After what I did to it I am not even the slightest bit surprised that you would use it against me like that." He said, but then she cracked a small smile at him. "But you know I mean it in joking manner." She said and he nodded. "Oh I know dear… I know. How about that painting over there… what happened to it, you get angry?" he asked and she looked over at it. Her eyes went wide as she realized that ice had crawled up the wall. "There was an Asgardian woman who smeared it… I suppose I did get angry." She said and he nodded.

"Well I suppose that you can handle yourself if angry enough… possibly scared enough." He sighed and she looked over at him. "What?" he asked as her eyes filled with tears. "I'm not saying you're evil or even scared like a child…" he began but her eyes began to water more. "Shit…" he cursed under his breath and he looked at her and sighed. "What I meant was you could be a terrifying ice midget." He said and she laughed as her tears continued to fall. "Thank you for believing in me." She said as she rubbed at her profusely leaking eyes.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pointer fingers. "You're such a troublesome woman." He sighed and she laughed as she pressed her hands against the barrier. "Why did you come over here today?" she asked and he quirked a brow. "You have got to be kidding right? Why do you think Thor came down here?" he asked and she blinked. "You chilled the air… we could all feel it, I have no doubt Odin felt it too. But knowing what got you so riled up is comforting. That must have been such a lovely painting. The resemblance to her was uncanny." He said and she frowned.

"I had worked so hard for her to just wipe it all away." She said and he nodded. "Well you may want to hurry up and fix it. They'll never put another prisoner in this cell once you are gone from it… because Odin would most likely come down here and sit in front of that image and mourn." Loki said and Syndra frowned. "I don't want him to mourn… I didn't want you to mourn either. I just wanted you to see it and be happy… I wanted you to smile…" she whispered and he did just that… he offered her a genuine smile… "Then fix it…" he said and she nodded, but this time she was going to change his pursed lips to a small smile. She wanted Odin to see what she would see… she wanted him to see that even Loki could be passionate about something and not wish evil upon it.

When she finished Loki had been sitting there for three days, talking to her and admiring her painting aesthetic. "Marvelous, you perfectly captured me this time." He said with a smirk and Syndra rolled her eyes. "Good to know that you think this whole thing is about you." She said and he gave her an amused look as he crossed his legs. "But everything is about me… that's how it always has been." He said and she smiled at him. "I suppose… not." She said and he placed his hand on his chest. "That's offensive." He said and she looked at him over her shoulder.

"How so…?" she asked and he grinned. "I'm always the center of attention." He said and she pursed her lips. "I don't know… Thor seems to be quite the attention grabber, if you haven't noticed." She said and he gave her a sour look. "Thank you… for pointing out the obvious." He grumbled and she quirked her brow. She understood that he had always had trouble comparing to Thor, but she also understood that despite the fact they were adopted brothers and had been forced to try and compete for the throne, they were nothing alike and their strengths were different. "Listen Loki…" she began and he looked at her, the still sour glimmer in his eyes.

"look… you've been on Midgard, right?" she asked and he nodded. "Ok, so you understand that when I say flowers are pretty, but water is pretty as well, then you understand that both are pretty, despite being something completely different." She said and his sour look started to fade, but an interested one arose. "What I am trying to say is… Thor might be the icon of strength in Asgard, but you are strong, and you are smart. You are a brilliant strategist and sorcerer… some people don't see this because they look for physical strength more than intellectual or sorcery based strength…" she said and he quirked a brow.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were appealing to my intellectual side." He said and she rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to get you to understand that despite your differences, you are both strong and are both great warriors in your own way… you don't need your f…. Odin's approval to tell you otherwise." She said and he gave her a look that saddened her. His eyes were just so saddened, that it made her regret even saying Odin's name. "He will never hold me in the same light he holds Thor… and I suppose I will just have to come to terms with that." Loki sighed and she offered a sympathetic smile, which made him stare at her for a moment and shake his head.

"Would you ever like to see Midgard in person?" he asked and her eyes lit up and she nodded. "I think it would be amazing to live in a place with such advanced technology. I would imagine it would be a beautiful place." She said and he shook his head. "it isn't what one would think it would be… but it does have its perks. I promise that you will love it if you ever get the chance to go." He said and she smiled, but then the lights dimmed and she furrowed her brows. "it isn't time to cut them off yet…" she whispered and he motioned for her to crouch and move towards the wall he was crouched by. He brought up an illusion and hid himself from whoever was coming in.

They watched the door to see Thor coming down the steps swiftly. "Loki, drop the act. I need to speak with you." Thor said as he approached his cell. "What is it, brother?" Loki asked and Thor frowned at him. "I need your help." Thor said and Loki quirked a brow. "You must be very desperate to come to me." He said and Thor glared at him for a moment then looked over to Syndra. "I am… seeing as the only other person I could ask for help can't control her abilities." Thor snapped and Syndra stared at him wide eyed. Tears formed in her eyes and she sat in front of the wall with her head down.

Loki watched her for a minute but then conversed with his brother for a while more. "What exactly is it that you need?" Loki asked and Thor proceeded to explain his plan to him, but Loki seemed distracted by Syndra and how upset she was. Thor hadn't seemed to notice at first, but when he did he didn't quite understand why Syndra had caught his brother's attention so easily. Thor cleared his throat, expecting Loki to look back at him, but his eyes were sill focused on the white haired woman.

"Are you even listening brother?" Thor asked and he nodded. "Yes... Quite..." He said and Thor furrowed his brows. "I want her freed." Loki said and Thor looked over at her, a small frown tugged at his lips. "We can't free her yet..." Thor said and Loki turned to her. She offered a small smile to which he gave her a frown. "I will free you if it's the last thing I do." He whispered to her, softly enough to where Thor didn't quite hear him but she did. She placed her hands against the wall and nodded. "Avenge your mother..." She said and he nodded.

His last words to her had been, "Trust my rage." And she did, she had watched him rage every single day since his mother's death… so if anything… she trusted in that rage. She also trusted in the fact that he was going to hide his pain from Thor. Even though that was none of her business, she still worried about him. She couldn't do anything but worry about him.

"We are headed to Svartalfheim…" Thor had said and this had made her heart race, her blood ran cold, her chest became tight, and her mind was flooded with thoughts of this man… this brilliant man that had become her friend… she knew that going to Svartalfheim wasn't going to bode well for the group. But she understood exactly why Thor didn't want her to go with them… she was going to kill that woman… that hadn't been the plan at first… but she had continued to bad mouth Frigga and Loki… and then she had defaced the image…

She had lost control of whatever power had sprung forth and she knew that it was only going to end up bad if she had gone with them. She watched as Thor opened Loki's cell and the magnificent armor that Loki was so fond of began to form over him. Thor gave her one last look, and muttered an apology for seeming harsh, but he explained that if he had taken her with them… she would never get her freedom. She sat by the back wall of her cell and let her fear consume her, even though she knew she shouldn't have.

It felt like forever before someone had said even a word to her.

"Where have they gone, Frost elf?" his voice rang out and a small smile crossed her lips, although her tears threw the smile off.

"To Melekith, allfather… they've gone to Meletkith." She whispered and her world had gone dark after that. Perhaps Odin had become enraged with her and had finally ended her suffering… perhaps he had done so in mercy… she just hoped that it would end this dreadful feeling in her gut. She didn't want to worry anymore… but she knew that this feeling would linger… it always did… after all… the feeling hadn't gone away since the cursed one had shown himself. She was just going to have to prepare herself for yet another miserable day she supposed.