NINE
ANNABEL
Bifrost glowed multihued against the night sky, the darkness surrounding us doing nothing to dim the otherworldly bridge.
I stared in wonder as we approached the golden tower spiraling up at its end, feeling another touch of awe at the splendor that was Asgard. Given everything I’d gone through since leaving Iceland, it was sometimes hard to remember how mind-breaking it was to be traipsing around in freaking Asgard, home of the gods, the need for survival outshining the wonders surrounding me.
But Bifrost? Bifrost made my breath catch in my throat with its sheer beauty.
Legend had it that the rainbow connected Asgard with the human world—and seeing as we were about to use it to travel to Norway, it seemed legend was right on this one.
“We can’t use that nifty map of you
