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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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It was right for Torunn to be confused on what was currently being opened before her, considering that she was trying to distinguished between fabrication and truth. Even the point of revealing that she wasn’t her real mother, might possibly affect her more. This was the part of the truth that Lochila couldn’t quite break it to her just yet. The realization of their non-relation might break the close, nineteen-year bond they have forged together. The notion of being stared down upon, made the goddess gently take the younger woman’s hand, and give her confront and ease through touch alone. Enough words were being said as of late. [color=00a651]“What had already transpired, would have a much closer relation, as to why we are here”[/color], she answered her, hoping that by carefully opening the curtain, would help open the girl’s eyes in a much more smoother fashion. It would allow Torunn to take it all in with ease. 

They were now standing before the gate of the palace, along with a few guards who happen to stand at its tallest and most-impressive doors. The glory seemed to glow within the gold infused into its structure. It became rather hard to tell who received the most frowns, but they reluctantly allowed the two women to pass, once Lochila told them that the king requested their presence. It wasn’t a lie, considering that Thor was the only one who would allow an individual to use the bridge to pass between realms, if not, into Asgard. The halls themselves were blended in so well with the palace’s golden exterior, and the many animated murals were painted into the ceiling; all the way to the main throne. 

Having to led by the guards throughout the halls seemed to go on forever, but they were eventually entering their destination, once the huge doors opened, showing the grand throne of Asgard...with a middle-aged man sitting on the chair, while holding onto a staff that stood by his side; a dark-haired woman standing by his side. After having to stand before him, the guards were ordered to leave, once Lochila and Torunn were officially standing in this man’s presence.