Frigga
Frigga, the queen, the All-mother, the most beautiful being in the entire nine realms, the most intelligent above the rest and I was fortunately enough of being able to call you my mother. You gave me so much and I couldn't give you anything in return that could equal the many things that I have received from you. You gave me comfort and a feeling of safety, you taught me almost everything I know, and I can do, you showed me many things and most importantly, you showed me the beautiful side of life.
You accepted me when no one else did. Accepted, respected and loved each part of mine. My magic, my likes and dislikes, my choices, my constant shifts or nature. You opened your arms for me whenever I needed it, or even when I rejected it.
I am well aware you could have never defended me in front of father because that would make things worse, you are so perceptive and kind. But then, when nobody was watching, you would calm me down, try to make me understand why it wasn’t my fault or why father was doing everything that he did. You made me understand that I was not a mistake or failure.
I know and remember those gentle words said by you and witnessed by me, soft whispers that I keep in my memories. Those littles moments were the reason why I had been living so far. My secrets were shared with you and accepted only by you. You were the single exception that I had found in my entire life who was neither heartless nor impulse, the single exception who cared about everyone and everything, regardless of whether the others gave you anything in return and I am severely grateful that you were my mother. Sometimes, I felt like I did not deserve you, but, at the same time, I doubt if I could have ever lived this far without you.
Most of the time, you were by my side, in a metaphorical way because I was the one who was always attached to you. You let me hide or skip train seasons because you listened to me and understood that I was not very fond of hand-to-hand fights, that it was not my specialty. You had always healed my wounds that I was ashamed of, you would never judge.
I am deeply sorry for everything, mother. I wish I had been better, had been perfect and a source of pride for you instead of a burden that you had to carry. I know you will disagree with me on this, but that’s how I see it.
I apologize for every time I made father and you fight about me or because of me, for every time I would raise my voice to you even knowing I shouldn't because that's not how I should act.
You were the best person that I have ever met. Thank you for being my mother, taking care of me and loving me like no one else did, for being my best friend and the only person that I could trust and trust me back.