10

"Squeak!"

The door creaked open as Queen Frigga entered, finding the room enveloped in darkness.

Her son had been despondent during dinner, unable to grasp the basics of magic to inherit her legacy. "My baby? Where are you? Please don't scare Mom," she pleaded softly.

With a swift gesture, Frigga conjured a magic trick, illuminating the room with a gentle glow from her hand. There, she spotted Thor curled up in a corner of his small bed, tears streaming down his red cheeks. His shoulders shook with sobs, a lonely figure abandoned by the world.

Frigga was taken aback, realizing she hadn't understood her son's turmoil. His pitiful state touched her deeply. She hurried to his side, gathering Thor into her arms, her own eyes brimming with tears.

"My dear, tell me what's wrong. Don't cry. You're strong," she comforted.

Thor, nestled in her embrace, sobbed harder. "Mom, I'm so angry with myself. I can't even learn the simplest magic tricks! I promised to protect everyone, but I'm useless!"

Frigga's heart ached at her son's distress. She held him tighter, tears mingling with his. "You're young, Thor. It's okay if magic doesn't come easily. There's much more I can teach you. We'll learn together, step by step. You'll get there, my brave boy," she whispered.

They wept together for what seemed like ages, a poignant moment of motherly love and son's anguish. Eventually, Thor resolved never to cry in front of his mother again. He couldn't bear to see her sad.

"I won't let you down, Mom. I'll become strong," he vowed silently.

Having comforted her son and fulfilled her promise, Frigga decided it was time for Thor to learn something crucial. She traced runes in the air, their faint glow dancing around them. Thor watched with fascination.

"These are runes, the basis of magic," Frigga explained, smiling. "Your father isn't much of a magician, truth be told. But for now, let's keep that between us," she teased, eliciting a rare laugh from Thor, amidst tears and snot.

After wiping his face clean, Frigga continued, "Remember these runes. From left to right: thunder, lightning, wind, cloud, and rain. These are the building blocks of magic."

Thor's eyes lit up. "I remember, Mom! What's next? Tell me!"

Encouraged by her son's eagerness, Frigga continued, "This spell combines runes with words of authority, channeling cosmic energy. Repeat after me."

"I, Thor, son of Odin, command as the God of Thunder and Storm! Winds rise, clouds gather, thunder roars, rains fall!"

Their voices echoed through the hall. Outside, thunderclouds gathered over Asgard's Golden Palace, wind howling ominously.

"I did it, Mom! Haha!" Thor exclaimed, ecstatic at his first taste of power.

"You've just unlocked your innate ability, the authority of a god," Frigga praised, beaming with pride. "You're my pride and joy, Thor!"

As Thor basked in his achievement, Frigga cautioned, "Remember, divine power is potent. Use it wisely. It's a responsibility."

Exhausted yet fulfilled, Thor drifted into a deep, contented sleep.