Then Odin frowned.
Reinhard felt determination resurface, that stubborn refusal to accept limitations that defined his nature.
"No..." Odin's voice grew stronger. "My mother, she's different! She isn't like the other Frost Giants who destroy. She actually creates and nurtures... That shouldn't be possible if what you say is true."
The being's gaze intensified, flames in its eyes burning hotter.
She was made for another purpose. Each word fell like a pronouncement of fate. A role apart from the others, and a role she continued to follow, never growing from it.
Odin's fists clenched tighter. Bronze gleamed in the firelight as his fingers pressed against his palms. "Why was she created differently? All the other giants act the same... All except for Ymir."
