In a world far from our own, is place called Asgard. The Asgardians celebrate for a joyous occasion. The wife of the oldest son Thor, had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. She would be the next in line for the throne, should something happen to to her father, or grandfather. Unfortunately, the celebrations were short lived. Thor's wife had unforeseen complications, and passed away a few days later. The care of the child was heavily placed the wet nurses. Thor was hesitant to be near his child. It took a conversation from his brother, and his parents to convince him that everything was going to be okay. He named his daughter after his wife, Freydís. Or Dís, for short. She had hair, as bright and golden as the sun, and eyes that sparkled like lakes in Alfheim. She was loved by all she met. It was on her first name day, that it was learned that Dís had inherited abilities from both of her parents. But they didn't take into account the anger and hatred of scorned enemies and shady allies. Dís was taken under the cover of night, and smuggled through time and space to Midgard. She grew up with faint memories of her short life on Asgard. But when someone from her past pops up, it'll make her rethink everything she knows.