QUEEN Frigga of Asgard stands in the middle of the chaos of my family - well her family I suppose– a calm and serene island in the middle of a disorganised rabble.

She is beautiful beyond words but with a strength that sits in her sparkling blue eyes – the same eyes gifted to her son and to my brother Ewan (but which missed me - as did mum's brown eyes. Why didn't I realise?) .  Anyway the Ewan in question is gawping through the wire screen door of our old farmhouse at the woman, who is every inch the goddess the Norse legends make her out to be and the queen Marvel showed put on the silver screen.  Cameron is leaning on his shoulder and both have their mouths open so wide open that I'm glad the cold weather has stopped the steady stream of flies we've had lately.

My mother is already out the door and hugging my father furiously like his and her life depended on it. As a kid I would have cringed at the sight of my parents hugging or god forbid kissing but after hearing the story of my parents - my real parents and what dad went through when my mother was killed,  I think its kind of nice that in all the universe he found someone he loves so much again.

Me? Where am I while my beautiful, poised and regal grandmother stands in a shimmer of blue chiffon-like fabric on our dusty shabby chic (okay more shabby than chic) verandah? 

I'm sprawled in a heap near the swinging chair with the King Asgard. Actually, and I can't work out how, I'm somehow on top of him. And while my grandmother is elegant I'm more um well a lot less elegant. I'm wearing faded and ripped blue jeans (more out of love than style) and a tight green singlet top and I've just realised from this angle Loki is getting a spectacular view of my Cleavage (which along with the fact that I'm on top of him) is probably why he has made no move to get up.

The boys know better than to lean on our front door because while dad maybe Thor he's a crap home handyman and should never be allowed near a hammer – ever. So of course the inevitable happens, the door comes off its hinges and the boys fly out to join us on the veranda forcing my parents to jump out of the way. So now there are six of us sprawled on the floor around the elegant queen. It's a funny sight I'm sure, in fact I know it is, because my grandmother starts to laugh and not the tinkling elegant laugh I would have expected no this is a loud belly laugh my father would be proud of.

Laughing with her, I untangle myself from Loki, dust myself off and I'm first to my feet. Suddenly I'm face –to-face with the still laughing reigning queen of Asgard.

"So this is my little princess all grown up!" she says after pulling herself together running an eye over me. The rest of the family is now regaining their feet and composure too and are standing all around us. She looks over my shoulder to Loki who is now standing up behind me and nods with a half smile.

"I can see why you wish to consider her – she is a true beauty, but we always knew she would be didn't we?" her smile softens and she holds out her hand to me.

"Come child let me look at you properly!"

She is just so calm again and it's obvious that she is using her powers to protect all of us. In fact now she and her shield are in place, the previous battle ground is eerily quiet and the fireballs have stopped. And while you could see the strain on Loki and dad's faces as they were using their power, she must be exuding tremendous energy to keep the force-field up – none of it shows on her face or in her body movement. In short this is one kick-arse woman. And she is my grandmother! Go gran.

I step forward and instinctively (and that is the only way I could describe it) I hold out my hand to her and bow my head.

She smiles serenely, before pulling me in for a hug. It feels lovely to have her arms around me – like I belong there or something. She smells amazing and familiar and like nothing I can really describe other than to say she smells like lilac and fluffy clouds on a sunny day.  And she smells like home. I don't know if it's a flash of memory or just my crazy imagination but I see a small child hugged in her arms and I hear gentle singing.

"Oh how I have missed my Caitylin," she whispers. "I begged him not to take you from me."

I look up and see her eyes have misted over and I suddenly realise that I wasn't the only one effected by my father's decision to run away out to the flat red Hay Plains. My dad and mum are both looking a little misty at this encounter and I see mum squeeze his hand in comfort. My brothers are back to gawping because, lets face it – my father and some strange man are on our verandah looking like the stars of a Marvel movie, huge fire balls from the sky almost killed us and a beautiful shimmering queen just arrived on a rainbow from out of the clouds. They've got to be wondering what mushrooms mum used in their omelettes this morning – I know I would be.

"Thank you for coming – if you hadn't pushed Loki and I out of the way and put this dome over us we would have been toast!" I say as I untangle myself from Frigga's arms.

She laughs "oh child I just put the dome up but you were the one that pulled Loki to safety and protected him with your magic."

Hang on – what did she say? I don't have any bloody magic I'm just an actress from Hay in South Western New South Wales, Australia, Earth – oh wait...........

"But........I've never – I can't, I'm human and......." I stammer out. And the Queen smiles again her blue eyes (really so like my father's) twinkle.

"Oh my dear you have always been incredibly strong in your magic – it just needed the right situation to bring it out," she says then turning once again to address Loki, who is now standing next to me.

"Do your remember, we would put that book up high and next morning we would come in and she'd have it in her hands again?"

I must have looked puzzled because Loki leaned over to me and says conspiratorially.

"I didn't know anything about children and you use to bother me endlessly while I was reading so I started reading Shakespeare to you to shut you up," he sighed.

"I had a Shakespeare first folio of Henry the fifth that I'd read you every night and I'd put it out of your reach in my room when your grandmother would come to put you to bed.

"And every morning the precious heirloom would find it's way back into your bedclothes with your dolls and toys. A hand-written Shakespearian book in with stuffed toys and Emerald your rag doll"

"That was you? I thought dad did that?" I say looking at him in amazement and he shrugs like it's no big deal – my life-long love of Shakespeare and my ambition to be an actress steam from those childhood memories that I've always thought took place in our house in Sydney before mum's father died and she switched from trainee doctor to farmer. I'm still shaking my head at the thought that I remember growing up on another planet.

"You mean that was Asgard – I have memories of Asgard – of you all on the planet of my birth?" I say looking a tad amazed and just a smidge shocked. However obviously not as shocked and amazed as my brother's who are looking at me like I'm really really from cloud cuckoo-land.

"What the fuck?!" says Cameron and my mother shakes her head.

"I think it's time for a good cuppa and some dinner," she says steering my father towards the door.

"Will you join us your majesty? Loki?" she adds and I become aware of the fact that this is probably not the first time she has met either of them.

They both nod graciously and we head inside – Frigga looping her arm through mine.

She leans over and tells me that my memories of Asgard will come back when I "go home!".

"But I am home!" I say quietly.

"We will see dear, we will see," she says cryptically.

"Anyway I didn't think you wanted me on Asgard, you sent Sigyn to warn me off this morning – tell me to stay out of Asgardian politics for the good of the realm or some bullshit," I whisper as we walk into our large loungeroom that looks like a throw-back to the 50s with added roaring wood fireplace.

Frigga stops in her tracks and looks at me.

"My daughter was here?" she says probably a little louder than she intended and everyone else stopped.

I feel all the room's eyes on me as I nod.

"She bailed me up in the carpark of the bakery in Wagga this morning and told me you wanted me to stay out of Asgard,"  I said (getting a little satisfaction from the fact that I might have just dobbed my "Aunt" into her mother).

Loki snorts, shakes his head and mutters something that may have been in another language while my father comes to me with a look of concern.

"Did she hurt you?" he asks taking my hands. I shake my head.

"She has always had designs on the throne – and I never liked the way she looked at Caitlyn when she was a child," he says turning to his mother. I'm a little shocked at this because according to our legends this is a kind woman – the goddess of fidelity - but then hey, she's an Errikson Princess and could be the all-powerful queen if I'm not around. I have a rather sobering thought.

"Do you think tonight – could have been her?"  I ask.

"Wouldn't put it past the bitch," Loki mutters. I look at him and laugh. Mmmm an attitude like that from her potential "intended" could be a bit of a problem if she wants the thrown. Frigga gives both of us a warning glare.

"She wouldn't have the power on her own," Frigga says quietly

"It might have been one of the others, Amelia and Lauralei have more magic!" dad says.

Okay it's really starting to become obvious that being Queen of Asgard is a highly sought-after position and could turn into a bit of a bitch fight. I was probably naive to think it wasn't. But I don't know anything about Asgard and I hardly know Loki, certainly not well enough to die for! Well I must admit he is easy on the eye  – he will wear those tight leather pants - but being blown up because someone's butt looks good in leather doesn't seem appealing. Anyway I'm starting to wonder how much say Loki actually gets in choosing a wife. I'm thinking out all this quietly when I hear Cameron, who must be getting frustrated by this conversation.

"Hang on – what are we talking about?" he asks loudly.

"Our sister is in line to replace grandmother as the Queen of Asgard and some other bitches want to take her down!" Ewan says and I laugh at how perceptive he is and how he has cut through any long winded explanations that dad might have made. He's cut to the chase as usual (and people think farmers are dumb? Please).

 "Hey but I'm dad's oldest son – don't I get a look in on the crown?" Cameron asks.

Loki smiles and walks over to him running a hand seductively over his chin (and I try not to laugh at the look of horror on Cameron's face).

"Sorry darling but you're not my type!" he says using his wolfish voice and grinning at me.