Fygorgyndottir, Frigga

[Frigga]

Frigga Fygorgyndottir

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{You can’t chose what stays and what fades away…}

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Full Name: Frigga Fygorgyndottir
Code Name: Queen of Asgard, The All-Mother, Fricka, Frigga, Goddess of Marriage
Age: Immortal
Date of Birth: Millenia and Millenia ago
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Species: God
Alliance: Neutral
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Marvel canon

"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"

Hair: long, wavy, dark blonde
Eyes: blue, bright, normal shaped
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 370 lbs.
Distinguishing Marks: N/A

Appearance:

Though, taller than most mortal women, Frigga is the perfect height of for a Vanir female. He possesses a fit, though very feminine figure. She has long and wavy dark, blonde hair which she usually wears in some up-do or such. Her style is proper, though ornate as she is the All-Mother, but it serves to function as well as her jobs require that her clothing not be easily caught in such things as a spinning wheel. She stands in confident stance with her shoulders high and head held erect. She is a queen after all and much show determination and stalwartness at all times.

Face Claim: Rene Russo

"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”

Likes:
- Her sons [Loki, Thor, and Baldr], though she has a special place for Loki.
- Visiting the palace gardens.
- Her husband.
- To work for the betterment of her people.
- Peace

Dislikes:
- That her family is estranged, especially Loki from her.
- How her husband’s pride has perhaps ruined everything.
- Conflict between her family or in Asgard.
- Her ability to know the future.
- Feeling as if she’s failed her family.

Personality:
Frigga is the embodiment of motherhood. She is protective and sacrificing. She believes it is her purpose to find a way to bring harmony to her household and cherishes the laughter of her husband and her husband. When they are hurting, she is hurting. When they are happy she is joyous. This extends to Asgard as well. She is the All-Mother, willing to do what she must for Asgard, but her first priority is her children. She is one of the most understanding souls of Asgard. She senses pain and works to soothe, she sees discomfort and aims to remove it. She listens and subjective. She is reigned by her emotions and Asgard seems in tune with them.

She is also determined. Once her anger and disappointment was so great that despite Odin's effort to cheer her, the city was locked for ages in a mist and she refused to lift it. She is quite stubborn and strong spirited. She is one of the few who will stand up to Odin and be heard, whether he follows her advice or not. She will be heard, but she is sympathetic and empathetic. She can perceive the emotions of others and will do all in her power to comfort.

She is benevolent ruler and a mother and wife. She represents the qualities worshipped in women. She is sacrificing, but stubborn Strong of mind and spirit, but logical and discerning. Frigga is a calm figure, but her rage is something to fear. Asgard listens to her and she possesses just as much power as Odin, but she is thoughtful and calculating. She is also playful and joyous, though her sadness is deep and heartfelt.

She is emotional and strong, the qualities of woman personified and literally deified.

"With great power comes great responsibility"

Powers:

She is an expert at shape-shifting and changing her own appearance and perform tasks such as transforming matter and various energies to her own use. As for further magic, it is rumored that she is quite adept, though her abilities are rather unknown, mostly for the fact that she is a more peaceful being. She also possesses a spinning wheel and through its use and spinning tapestries she may be able to see the future, though whether she has the ability to change it is unknown.

Weapons

Is adept at using a sword, though she doesn’t care a weapon usually.


Strengths/Abilities:

Frigga's abilities are, like basically all Asgardians, superhuman strength which allows her despite being an older goddess to lift roughly 25 tons. She also possesses superhuman endurance and strength, and can perform at her peak condition for up to 24 hours before tiring. She has superhuman reflexes as well and is able to withstand extreme temperature and its fluctuations and has a high durability to impact. Her healing ability allows minor injuries such as slashes and punctures to heal within hours, and major injuries such as broken bones will set and heal within a day. Her strength, however is the dissolution of conflicts of which she will use diplomacy and politics to mediate between feuding parties or plan actions. She is also rather adept at swordsmanship and can wield a blade if the need arises.


Weaknesses:

Though adept at wielding a blade, she has not had much occasion to use it and so is rusty at fighting and can be overtaken. She is also not as strong as much Asgardian warriors and can be overpowered merely physically by them if the notion is taken. Beyond that with her healing ability when it comes to missing limbs or organs, she can regenerate these without the help of some magical aide (item/person). Family is also her weakness and she would do anything to protect them, though she considers all of Asgard her children and could be manipulated by means of doing whatever she needs to maintain and keep it secure.

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"

History:

The daughter of Fygorgyn and Jord, she is one of the Goddesses of the Vanir, who were worshiped by the ancient Germanic tribes of Europe, and who were once staunch enemies of the Aesirs (Asgardians). In order to come to peace, however the two tribes eventually came to a truce and Frigga won the favor of Odin. They were soon married.

Frigga then took the title of the Goddess of Fertility and Marriage in the Asgardian pantheon. She soon also gave birth to Balder and took into her folds the young Thor to raise as her own. These two she loved as a mother should and then Odin was called away when the Frost Giants of Jotunheim attacked Norway in 965 A.D. With the Caste of Eternal Winters. She spent days lounging in worry for her husband as he steadily beat the giants back into their homeland, destroying their glory and taking the item that had given them power. Yet that was not the only thing that Odin returned with.

She named the child Odin brought back with him, Loki. He was the son of the Laufey, the ruler of the Frost Giants, but had been discarded because of his miniscule size, an anomaly amongst his father race. She vowed to protect him for as long as she could and Odin had cast a glamour on him which she herself strengthened so that none would discover his true heritage. Yet, she knew that Odin, despite his words and actions was weary of the child. He was the enemy, but to Frigga he was nothing but a mere babe, and he was hers. Thor was his father's...Loki would forever be hers.

Frigga grew as a wonderful mother, none of her children wanted for anything, her attention included when it was needed. She loved all her children equally, but when they came to the age to understand themselves or at least begin to, she wanted to tell Loki of his ancestry. She did not want him to feel unwanted or unimportant, but she knew in her heart that Odin did love the boy as a son, but was also afraid of him because he was a frost giant's heir. Odin always had a purpose to his actions and he wanted to teach the child love and compassion, selflessness and hope that he could be the key to bringing a lasting peace between Asgard and Jotunheim. Yet he was taught hate for the giants, if not by his father, by Thor and the friends the other young prince made. If Odin wished to raise him to be loving and selfless, Loki should have loved himself, all of himself.

She went to Odin with her case, begging to be allowed to tell her son the truth of his birth, his coming to Asgard. She did not want him growing up in lies, or that would be all he knew. A heart built from lies would be bitter and as cold as the icy lands that bore her youngest son. Odin, however, refused. He claimed that Loki would be able to accept the truth when the time came to tell him. He promised he would be told. And all Frigga could do was wait, forbidden to tell him, but longing too. She was a seer and tried often to tell Odin that he needed to be told before it was too late, that tragedy and pain would befall the realms if he didn't but she seemed to fall on deaf ears. She knew her husband was only doing as he thought best, but she feared it was not the best course of action.

She acted as the nurturer to her sons. She kissed their heads and soothed their tears when sad. Healed them when injured and sick. She attended them, giving them equal love, but knowing that Thor was far more favored in the eyes of Odin. He was the warrior, the perfect specimen of Asgardian strength, but Loki...Loki was the example of Asgardian wisdom and cunning. She knew from the beginning his strong suit was not the combat his brother was known for. Instead she introduced Loki to spells and enchantments. She opened the doors for him to become the God of Mischief and Lies. She encouraged his antics and feared that she had sealed his fate. For she knew pain would find her dear son, and she worked to delay the inevitable. What attention Loki felt he was denied from Odin, Frigga gave. She tried to appease the storm she could see mounting in Loki's eyes, but all was for naught.

Loki discovered his heritage on his own, before Odin could tell him. A child born into lies, he embraced them and used his powers to use Asgard against itself. He destroyed the main helm of Jotunheim, lead to the destruction of the Bifrost, and turned against brother and King. He became Laufeyson and Frigga mourned and to this day can't help but in part blame Odin and herself. She should have told him against Odin's wishes. She had never wished harm on her son such as this.

At the present, Frigga is once again at her husband's side as he sleeps, uncertain if he will again awake. She is also awaiting news from her sons, one who has again returned to Earth in which to help the mortals and retrieve his brother and the other who escaped his imprisonment. She is holding up, but not many know the tempest that truly rages within her.

"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."

Writing Sample:

She pulled the reins in her hands, tugged them ever so gently and coaxed the caramel horse to a stop. Frigga ran her fingers over the equine’s mane and then pushed back the hood of the tan, travelling cloak she wore. Her wavy, golden hair was still windswept, but her blue eyes were as vibrant and determined as ever. She had not simply come here for niceities, for just as she had told Loki that Odin always had a purpose for what he did, so did the All-Mother. Yet that conversation seemed so long ago to the Goddess of Marriage as she dismounted her horse, who merely gave a shake of her blonde mane and followed Frigga as she led her to be bound to a post. She patted the mare’s muzzle and it nudged her hand and neighed softly, scuffling the ground.

“I will try and come back,” she told the creature softly. “You know I will not leave you out here.”

She ran her hand over the mare’s nose a last time before pulling away and striding to the looming doors that marked the entrance of her son’s castle. How gloomy it now seemed with the knowledge she had. If she was anyone else she would not dare to come there, for the place was dank with sorrow and yes, scorn and rage. She could feel it prickling against her skin, but she was Frigga, All-Mother, and especially mother herself and she understood the pain. She also felt somewhat responsible, but did not a wife feel some guilt when their husband does not pick his actions carefully. It had cost her more than just the lost of her grandsons, but that pain was the most strident against her heart. She could recall coming to visit and they pulling out after her, so enthusiastic, so full of life and happiness. This had once been the place she had known her dear son to smile, to actually know happiness. Now it was just another reminder.

Another slap to the face while he had been bound and helpless. Both of them had.

Dear Sigyn, his ever faithful wife. How could her husband not know that in punishing Loki he had not only killed three innocents, but murdered the heart of another. A mother whose only crime, if crime it be, to love Loki. Yet there stood she, wife of the All-Father, the man responsible. Sigyn had not deserved this most of all, what worse pain was there than to have the very child you labored to bear snatched from your fingers, what pain was it to watch them die. Frigga shut her eyes and paused in her trek to the doors as if holding a moment of silence. And she was. For her grandsons, for the heart of her son, and the dear sorrow of her daughter-in-law. She also hesitated in fear.

Would they even wish to see her? This was one thing her foresight could not tell her and yet her gift was what she despised most.

Upon becoming All-Mother she had been given the task to know the future, a gift once only possessed by the Norns that tended to the roots of Yggdrasil, but this was not an ordinary foresight, no for hours upon end, sometimes forcing her fingers to work till they bled—they almost instantly healed—Frigga would sit in a private room in the palace of Asgard and she would weave. The tapestries were beautiful, elaborate, horrifying. They were the tapestries of the future of all of the Gods and she had known from the birth of her dear grandsons that their time would be short, knew their fate, and directly was unable to change anything. That was her curse: to know the future and and yet be sworn and unable to change it directly. So she had learned to pull strings from shadows, but there were some events she could not change, not for lack of trying, though. The death of her grandsons had been one of those events and she had exhausted herself in an effort to save them, begged her husband his advisors, anyone would listen to her. She had dropped hints of her everlasting love of them, tried to parrot the morals of never punishing for the sins of the father.

Words that were nothing but ash now and tasted as such in her mouth, so that now standing before the tall doors, she wondered if she was welcome, the wife of the enemy, the man who had torn the very things they had cherished most from their fingers. If they blamed her in anyway, she would not deny it. She felt responsible, who could not in her place? She had seen it happening, how could she not blame herself equally? What excuse could she give. Even she thought she should have worked harder.

She raised her hand and knocked upon the doors, announcing her presence to any and all who resided inside. Part of her longed for her summon to be answered and part of her prayed that they were out, gone, and the place abandoned.

She gazed around the courtyard. She should offer them the use of a castle she had claimed as her own, a place she went when the palace of Asgard threatened to smother her, a place not steeped in the laughter of children now and forever silenced. Yet she had come here to comfort, to sooth, to try and avert once again the end. Oh how unaware all were that they stood at such a precipice. Odin had taken the children of the one who bring about the twilight of the gods and that was a blow that went unanswered and yet diplomacy, motherhood, her duty to Asgard churned like a boiling pot in the mind of Frigga. She too had to protect the nine realms. If she could stave the fires of Hel for just a little longer, than her work would be done for the moment.

Yet she was plagued by a question, so small, yet so meaningful: Did they not deserve the end brought to them for all their wrongs?

"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"

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