Vanity and ambition intertwine in threads of gold and blood.

A huge gate of flowers and iron was what separated the Valkyries from their fighting destination.

Skuld would lead the group, she had no idea how, but she would do it all the same. No matter what, she would honor her sisters and Freya. 

Freya, who already knew what was coming, just smiled, little do these poor girls know that the challenge has already begun. 

The roses were full of thorns and the iron was as hot as coals, how could they enter and overcome those borders?!

Strength? Intelligence? Some would use their own methods and others wouldn't... They would use the worst of them: magic. 

Heimdall stood just behind the gate and listened to the brief movement outside. 

He smiled, a little nastily, but there was still kindness in it, he was nothing more than an old man who would blow a trumpet and finally be able to rest along with Ragnarok.