Fic: "Her Majesty the Queen"
Title: "Her Majesty the Queen"
Warnings: lousy grammar (every mistake pointed out will be very, very appreciated)
Word count: ~500
Her Majesty the Queen
More than a month had passed since the the Queen of Asgard visited her sister for the last time. She could not shirk this duty - one of her least favourite - any longer, or people would talk.
They already talked, the Queen reflected on her way to her sister's chambers. It was a good talk so far - that she probably felt guilty about what happened and could not bear sister's madness ("Poor girl, so beautiful and so unfortunate...out it's not strange at all that she lost her mind, given what she had to go through, right? And that death of her young man...so horrible, don't you think? No, not strange at all"), which was, of course, not true. The Queen simply did not love her sister; never loved her, in fact, but never was careless to let it show either - she believed that the less people knew about you, the easier it was to get what you want. Not that it was difficult either - her sister never was too brainy, besides, a combination of naivety and innocence like the one she possessed would've never allowed her to even slightly suspect the true nature of the Queen.
She did not hate her sister either, although if anyone could have read her mind after the culmination of the One Day War, as she took a habit to call it, they would never believe her - and probably would have been horrified about how coolly and rationally she was honing her plans to murder the only family member of hers. But it was not out of cruelty, the Queen was as sure about it as she was sure about everything in herself. It was just that the girl served her purpose in the One Day War and was becoming the obstacle in the Queen's plans.
Fortunately, the eclipse of the mind saved the Queen from trouble, and she felt honestly grateful about that, for though the Queen did not have any qualms about sending people to death, she did not enjoy it: it was just a necessity, tidying-up of environment, removal of obstacles to her ultimate goal. Granted, sometimes it was fun, such as when she played out the silly boy who was so cutely in love with her - it was double the excitement because until the last minute she wasn't sure about the outcome, and nonetheless it ended exactly as she had planned.
This was, of course, not the only death orchestrated by her, but the Queen did not regard herself as evil. No, she thought of herself as efficient, strong willed and quick-witted enough to go for her goal when she saw the chance. It was not her who started the war, but if it started anyway, why not benefit from it? It costed lives, sure - but that's war for you. People die. Then war's over, and other people feel lost and scared in the ruined country with wiped-off defenses. In times like that, they need a leader. A strong leader who would tell them what to do, a charismatic leader who would return hope into their hearts, the leader who would allow to be adored and worshipped, and she was ideal as both. The Queen never doubted it either then or now.
She passed by the guard at her sister’s chambers. The soldiers greeted her with loud, exalted "All hail the Queen of Asgard!", and Freya benignly smiled at them.
Cross-posted to valhalla_halls