Jane sat at the counter of the diner and wrapped her hands around the cup of coffee, letting the warmth sink into her hands. Arctic air had blown in from the north and sent the residents of New York inside seeking warmth. Jane didn't mind the cold as her fellow New Yorkers. The cold was invigorating and refreshing.

The sun was just coming up, but it wouldn't bring much warmth. Jane had already been up for hours after waking up from a rather vivid dream and headed to her favorite all-nite diner.

She had dreamed she was in Asgard and was a goddess of Asgard. Asgard had been attacked by Frost Giants and the battle had been fierce. Her arms were tired from swinging the sword and she had various injuries all over her body. There had been a few close calls with enemy weapons, but she had managed to stop them at the last second. She was tired, sweaty and sore, but had never felt so alive.

Then she woke up.

The dream wasn't surprising. They had just started the Norse mythology in her one class and Jane always had these dreams when she taught Norse mythology.

Jane sighed and took a sip of her coffee.

tags: sif