I stared at him, uncomprehending. When I didn’t say anything, he continued.
“They were set to destroy Midgard, Freya. I couldn’t have that. I like the humans too much to allow it.”
“You like the humans?”
He nodded. “They make some of my favorite things: music. Sunglasses. Sketch comedy. Cold is a bad way to go. So, I improvised. I broke your chains by supposedly killing you. They’re satisfied that you’re gone and you have what you want.”
I found a rock of my own and leaned heavily on it. Some of my strength was returning, but it would take a while to regain my full power.
“And what is it I want?” I bit out.
“A chance,” he answered, waving an arm to indicate our misty surroundings. “We’re in my daughter’s realm. Rescue your family if you can.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “And how do I get home when I do?”
His smirk was positively fiendish. “Now that’s your problem, isn’t it? I can’t do all the work for you. Figure it out, my dear.”
And then he was gone in a flash of light and color.
“You sick, sick son of a bitch,” I muttered to no one in particular. “What have you doomed us to now?”
There was no answer, of course. So, after stopping to breathe in the damp air, I straightened and stared ahead.
My precious family was hidden somewhere in the dark and the mist.
Now, I just had to find them.
The End