Instead of spending Christmas in New York, she had begged Loki to take her to his realm and she was not disappointed. Traveling there was like a pop through time that left her breathless. She could look outside the massive windows and see the unblemished snow of the North Pole. It was a blanket of white across the landscape and though you could freeze to death outside, in the great halls there was not a cold corner.Massive hearths seemed to grace every room and the stone floors seemed to radiate heat. The smell of pine and fresh garland filled the air. Christmas trees with all handmade ornaments lent a hand to the picturesque scene. If Vivi didn’t know better, she would say she was dreaming. But she had pinched herself quite a few times since their arrival, so the sore spot on her arm told her she was awake.“The family is in the room of souls, where homage is paid to those lost in honorable battle,” Loki said. “We’ll first go there, and then I have a surprise for you.”“What kind of surprise?”
