At the entrance of Stark Tower, Pepper held Helen in one arm and a bag in the other. She handed Helen over to Sif and instructed her, "Helen isn't an ordinary human child, so she should be able to eat Asgardian food too. But she doesn't really like fruit similar to apples, though she loves orange juice..."
"Oh, and don't let her have too much sugar. It's unhealthy. Also, make sure she reads more and don't let her fight. God, she really loves fighting. It gives me such a headache..." Pepper handed the bag in her hand to Sif as well. It contained Helen's daily necessities.
Recently, Sif had been practicing her swordsmanship in the surrounding dimensions, and it had left her somewhat exhausted. So when she learned that Frigga wanted to bring Helen to Asgard, she volunteered, hoping for a change of pace.
Although Helen looked very much like Loki, Sif loved children and had always wanted a daughter. Helen fulfilled that fantasy. She reached out and stroked Helen's hair, imagining the two of them gathering flowers in Asgard's forests to weave garlands, playing in the water beside fountains, and telling stories around bonfires...
The Bifrost flashed, and Sif and Helen vanished from where they stood. Upon returning to Asgard, Sif first took Helen to Frigga.
Frigga showed Helen her bedroom. It had once been Loki's childhood room. As the second prince of Asgard and Frigga's favorite youngest son, even after all these years, his former residence remained exquisitely luxurious.
Smooth, polished floor tiles were covered in plush carpets. The bedframe had a primitive Viking style, with thick logs supporting dark green curtains.
The bed was truly a little too large for Helen. Frigga worried that Helen might be frightened on her first night there and planned to sleep