The sounds of Asgard and the Dark Elves' warships bombarding each other, along with cries of battle and slaughter, carried into the royal palace from outside.
A large number of Dark Elf soldiers escorted Malekith through the gaping hole created by the battle between the cursed Warrior Algrim and Thor. Malekith mercilessly dragged Odin's wife, Frigga, by her beautiful long hair in his right hand. Frigga had already fallen unconscious.
Malekith looked at Odin's furious, heavy breathing, his majestic glare, and that fearsome imposing presence. It was as though he had seen Bor again—the man who had destroyed the Dark Elves, beaten him into a miserable retreat, and forced him to preserve what little strength remained.
"Stop, Algrim." Malekith's face was cold and pallid, as white as though it had been soaked in formaldehyde. Arrogance and chill, ruthlessness and cruelty, grand ambitions, and an all-consuming desire to sacrifice everything for them were all laid bare before everyone. "We have excellent leverage."
As he spoke, Malekith lifted Frigga slightly by the hair in his right hand.
"Mother!" Thor cried out furiously. Having recovered Mjolnir, he gritted his teeth and stared hatefully at Malekith.
Odin gave a cold, furious snort through his nose, suppressing the rage within him.
Tony Stark retracted the cannons on both hands, while Stephen Strange dismissed the golden spell circles around his palms. The two exchanged looks, both at a loss for words.
Stephen Strange's expression darkened somewhat.
So much had already changed, yet Ancient One had still died, and the Reality Stone had still ended up in Odin's hands.
Now, could even the fate of Odin's wife, Frigga, not be changed?
Not long ago, they had left the main hall and headed for the laboratory.
To avoid Frigga's future death, Odin had specifically instructed her not to