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she always came in the spring. or rather, spring came with her. it was only after she set foot on asgard that the flowers seemed to bloom and the realm grew brighter. even if she came late, it was as if all the plants had had a meeting and refused to let the season come until she had arrived. like they were as reliant on her golden glow to live as he was.
perhaps the secret plant alliance was because she was the sun in human form. tricking the all-father and the rest of the realms into thinking her an innocent maiden. when in truth, she shone brighter than any that lived. surpassing her mother by a thousandfold.
nothing but a bright, beautiful, beam that left even the coldest hearts feeling a bit of warmth.
it made sense that fall came when she left. taking with her the warmth and long days of nothing to do but bask her in presence.
without her, hela would come. hela who waited until she was gone to come and wither the plants and bring back the chill. remind the realm of the moon and the darkness that comes with it.