I sat silently and<br />
motionlessly on Loki’s bed. I stared down at my hands, which were<br />
folded neatly into my lap. They were cracked and dried up, I noticed,<br />
and I started to think that I really needed to start wearing gloves<br />
more often to protect myself in the horrible frost Asgard has been<br />
getting.<br />
	“Elizabeth,” Loki said,<br />
snapping me out of my thoughts. “Are you there?”<br />
	I looked up at him. “Yes,<br />
sorry. I’m very tired.”<br />
	He smiled at me, a genuine<br />
one, not a smirk. “You’ve be