Hi important note!
I wrote this years ago and my writing back
then was terrible. I'm currently rewriting this book,
at least act 1. So if my writing style and punctuation is
better at first and then gets worse, that's why. I might
go back and rewrite the whole book one day, but I don't
think I will. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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"Time is jealous of you,
and wars against your
lilies and your roses."
~Oscar Wilde
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"And then I embed my hammer into it's skull," Thor belted. He waved his arms around, mead spilling from his pint. The crowd cheered as their prince told the story. "That is how I won the war of Muspelheim!"

Freya watched from her position by the balcony. A soft smile on her lips as she watched her elder brother recall his victories.

"My Lady, this is a party. People usually enjoy themselves at parties."

Freya turned her head to see an amused Fandral leaning against a stone pilar as he watched her. "I am, Fandral," Freya replied. Her green eyes returning to watch Thor. "He's being quite arrogant. He would not have won half those battles if we had not been there." Fandral took a seat on the balcony beside Freya as he spoke.

Freya chuckled. "Well he will be crowned Allfather tomorrow, I believe he earned the right to boast for tonight."

"I beg to differ!"

Fandral and Freya turned to see Skadi stalking towards them. "Just because he is becoming king tomorrow, does not mean I will allow his ego to grow. It hardly fits on Asgard as it is." Skadi handed Fandral and Freya each a glass of wine, which they gladly accepted.

"Everything will change tomorrow," Loki said as he and Freya walked through a long dark corridor of the castle. "I hardly believe a crown will change everything," Freya murmured as she stopped walking.

Loki turned and watched as Freya pulled off her shoes. "You're lying."

The white haired woman looked up from her shoes to her younger brother. "Brother, I assure you, you needn't worry." She gripped his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. Loki sighted and shrugged.

The two siblings continued walking in silence until they reached their bedrooms. Both siblings opened their bedroom doors, when Freya stopped and turned around. She strode forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Loki's waist.

"It will all be alright."

Loki instantly hugged her back and buried his face in her hair. "I love you, Loki," Freya whispered into his shoulder. Loki's lips tugged up and he tightened the hug just a bit. "I love you too, Rey."

Freya closed her bedroom door behind her and quickly put on a night shift. She braided her hair into a simple long plait.

She opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out a small strip that featured three pictures. Her fingers trailed over the face of the familiar male face. "I miss you, Bucky." She pressed a soft short kiss to the picture before putting it down again.

The bed dipped as Freya laid down and pulled up the blankets. Freya closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander.

Meanwhile in a cold bunker deep underground.

The Winter Soldier sat in his chair silently after he had informed his superiors about all the details of his mission. Alexander Pierce narrowed his eyes at the brunet man who stared off into the distance.

He reached out, forcefully grabbing Bucky's chin, making the man look at Pierce. "Tell the truth this time," Pierce hissed, letting go of Bucky's chin. When Bucky didn't reply, Pierce slapped him across the face.

There was a second of silence before Bucky spoke up. "That man in the museum, I knew him."

Pierce turned to one of the secretaries, who in turn handed him a file. Pierce's eyes narrowed as he saw just where the Winter Soldier had gone to kill his target.

The Captain America Museum.

"Wipe him and put him away!" Pierce commanded before slapping the file against the chest of a secretary, who quickly grabbed it.

Bucky shook his head. "No, no, plea-" He was interrupted as two doctors shoved him back into his chair and another doctor forced a mouthguard into Bucky's mouth.

The chair whirred and clamped down on Bucky's face. Electricity ran through the machine before Bucky started screaming out in pain. Tears raced down his cheeks.

The wiping of his memories wasn't only painful because of the way his body was being electrocuted and that his memories were being wiped. The wiping was mostly painful because it made him remember.

For the thirty minutes necessary, he could remember everything. He could remember Brooklyn, his parents, his sister, Steve, Freya and all those he had killed. But just as the memories came they disappeared like burning film.

Freya gasped as she sat up in her bed. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly. Sweat glistered on her pale skin as she lit a candle. Freya took a few moments to calm herself, her breathing returned to normal and she buried her face in her hands.

He was gone, she had to accept that. The voice screaming for her help was nothing but a distant ghost of her past. Nothing would change that.

With a last glance at the three photo booth pictures from Coney Island, Freya turned off the candle and snuggled into the warm covers. Instead of allowing her mind to wander down memory lane, Freya thought of the coronation the next day.

Odin would transfer his power and position to Thor and maybe, just maybe, nothing would drastically change.

A/N:
Welp, even edited this isn't as good as I want it to be. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to let me know!

I'll rewrite the next chapter soon!

For those who are new to the story, welcome and I hope you love and enjoy Freya's story. And for those who have already read her story but are back for the rewrite, I hope you enjoy these rewritten chapters!

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