The Palace of Vanaheim Was in Ruins. However, When Sigyn Looked More Closely, She Could See That a Few Small Plants Were Creeping Back Into the Ground
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The palace of Vanaheim was in ruins. However, when Sigyn looked more closely, she could see that a few small plants were creeping back into the ground. “Why is the growth back happening so slowly?” she asked. Grandfather stared out into the distance. “After we made our alliance with Asgard, the Frost Giants reached us before the Allfather’s troops did. They used the Casket of Ancient Winters to freeze and shatter everything in their path – buildings, plants, even people. Everything but the hardiest seeds and most resilient microorganisms was wiped out.” “Oh,” she said in a small voice, following him into the ruined palace. She was still concerned by Grandfather’s erratic behavior, so when he suggested they visit Vanaheim to escape the hullabaloo cause by the leviathan’s attack, she had agreed immediately, hoping it would ease his troubled mind. “Grandfather, what are you looking for?” “The safe room.” He led her down the remains of a hallway and into what had once been the throne room. “The entrance is behind the place where the throne used to sit.” “What’s the safe room?” Sigyn asked, stepping over a piece of rubble. “A secret of the royal family.” Grandfather stepped around the shattered pieces of the royal dais and drew a key from his pocket. He twisted it in midair as if opening an invisible lock, then pulled it back. An opening in the air suddenly revealed itself, leading into a dark space with a dying tree at the center. “Come inside, little one. You must see it.” “All right,” Sigyn agreed, stepping under his arm. The room had no visible walls; it simply ended where the tree’s branches did, making a circle about twenty meters across. “There’s a lot of magic here.” Loki would be fascinated by this place, she added in her mind. I must bring him here someday. “This tree is a seedling of Yggdrasil,” Grandfather explained. “The greatest feat of nature magic the Vanir ever accomplished. It generates and sustains this room, only allowing the royal family and guests of the king to enter.” “Why is it dying?” she asked, touching the trunk gently. “Its consciousness was deeply attuned to the Vanir people. When we lost so many, it was traumatized.” He placed his hand on the trunk beside hers. “I brought you here hoping you could heal it.” “Me?” Sigyn asked doubtfully. “But… my powers work on animal tissue. Shouldn’t Uncle Frey be better able to heal a plant?” “He could heal its physical form, but not the mind that sustains it. Try it,” he urged gently. Still uncertain, Sigyn reached out with her powers. She found a core of something within the tree, something that was alive in an animal way. “I thought it was a plant!” “A plant with a nervous system,” Grandfather smiled. “The rarest of all organisms.” She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She focused on her memory of what Hlin’s power had felt like and searched for the tissues whose interaction could generate that feeling. She felt the tree respond to the stimulation and sought out the places where the pain signal was coming from. She eased them gently and felt something waking up and taking an interest in her. “Hello,” she whispered. Hello, the something said. I am Room. Who are you? My name is Sigyn. I am a princess of Vanaheim and of Asgard. I’m a healer. I am pleased to meet you, Sigyn. The something felt stronger now, healthier. “You’ve done it, child,” Grandfather whispered in awe. “Look!” Sigyn opened her eyes and stared at the tree. It was looking a great deal better. Leaves were budding again and the room had grown bright. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. And then something snapped closed around her wrist. She looked down to see what it was. It was an incantation fetter. “Grandfather, what are you doing?” she asked, shocked. “You’re staying here, girl,” he returned firmly. “The incantation fetter requires magic to remove, so you can’t get it off, and without your powers, you cannot leave this room unaided.” “Why are you doing this?” she demanded, pulling away. Something was not right in her grandfather’s eyes as he looked at her. He looked angry and confused and somehow not himself. “That husband of yours will destroy you if you stay with him,” he growled. “I am putting you here for your own protection!” “Loki wouldn’t hurt me!” Sigyn cried. “He changed for me, Grandfather, of his own accord. He hasn’t hurt anyone lately!” “That won’t last!” Grandfather snapped. “Come to your senses, girl! He’s a madman and he cannot be trusted!” “He is not!” she shouted. Then Grandfather did something he had never done in her entire life: he pulled his arm back and struck her across the face. “Be silent!” he roared. Sigyn dropped to the ground and put a hand on her stinging cheek. “You hit me,” she whispered in disbelief. “You actually hit me!” Emotions warred in Grandfather’s eyes for a moment. He took another step toward her. When she shrank away, he cursed under his breath, whirled, and let himself out through another door. Not knowing what else to do, Sigyn curled up at the base of the tree and wept. o-o-o-o Sigyn was still missing the next morning. That quick little note about visiting Vanaheim with her grandfather – thief – no longer explained her whereabouts. It was at this point that Loki stopped being offended and became worried. He began by searching Njord’s residence in the form of a magpie. He flew in through one of the open windows and explored the entire house. There was no sign of Sigyn, and her grandfather was calmly cutting up fish for a stew. Odd. If Sigyn was missing, one would expect her grandfather to be out looking for her, too, not bustling about the kitchen. Which could only mean one thing: Njord knew where she was. o-o-o-o Sigyn was awakened from a fitful sleep when her uncle appeared in the safe room, laden with blankets, books, and several cushions. “Uncle Frey!” She got up quickly and shoved her hair into place. “Have you come to let me out?” “I can’t,” he told her sadly. “My key requires my magic to operate and only passes one person in or out of the safe room. You need the king’s key to transport multiple people.” “So how do we get our hands on the king’s key?” “We don’t.” Uncle Frey held up a hand to forestall her pleading. “It would do us no good, child. It’s bound to your grandfather’s magic; only he can operate it.” Sigyn stamped her foot in frustration. “This is an idiotic design for a room!” “It’s saved the royal family several times in our history,” he explained gently. “It’s possible to stay here indefinitely. The tree will grow whatever fruit you desire, and there’s a spring under its roots around the other side.” He handed her the books and began arranging the cushions and blankets into a bed. “In your case, your grandfather and I can also bring you anything else you need or want.” “It sounds like a very snug little prison,” she grumbled. “Does Loki know where I am yet? Surely he can figure out how to dismantle the spell that locks me in.” “Loki does not know where you are, nor will he ever.” “What?” Sigyn demanded, eyes wide in disbelief. “Why not? Uncle Frey, what’s going on?” “Sit down and be quiet for a moment, and I’ll explain.” He guided her firmly over to the makeshift bed and seated her. “This is Karnilla’s revenge on Loki, child – getting into your grandfather’s mind and making him lock you away. And the Allfather, for reasons he refuses to explain, has decided to let it happen.” “The Allfather is involved in this?” Her father-in-law had been minimally present in her life, but surely he wouldn’t do this to his own son! “He won’t explain why, but I do have a guess.” Her uncle lowered his voice to a whisper. “It’s those creatures that attacked yesterday. They came from a world beyond the Nine Realms, where Odin has no power or knowledge. He wants to change that. And somehow, taking you away from Loki increases the possibility that the gap between their universe and ours will be bridged.” “How is that possible? Loki has worked more for Asgard with me than ever before!” “I’m not sure, but I know the queen had a vision several days ago that disturbed her, and that Loki was somehow involved. She brooded over him ever so slightly the day afterward. I think Loki’s journey that leads to bridging the gap will bring him against Asgard, something he’d never do if you were by his side.” Indeed not. “Then I am to remain here until Grandfather has a change of heart?” Uncle Frey shrugged. “Or Karnilla’s mind control releases, or the Allfather decides to free you.” “Odin could free me? I thought this room was bound to Grandfather!” I am a seedling of Yggdrasil, the tree announced. Odin Allfather understands my kind as no one else does. He could force this room open if he chose. “Then it’s a good thing Vanaheim was never at war with Asgard,” Sigyn grumbled. “So, how do we break Karnilla’s mind control?” “We can’t risk it, Sigyn.” The blond diplomat sighed.