The court fell quiet apart from the quiet cooing of Narvi, bundled up in Sigyn’s arm and blissfully unaware of their precarious position. Sigyn’s eyes flicked from Odin’s emissary to King Helblindi and then back again.
"The traitor and her offspring for the Casket of Ancient Winters"
So this was Odin’s play. Sigyn’s body hummed like a bow drawn so far back it threatened to snap. For the many months she’s been on Jotunheim, the allies she’d made and the fondness she new King Helblindi held for her, Sigyn knew it would not be enough to tip the scales in her favour. One woman and a child- innocent as they may be- was not worth more than the entirety of the Jotun people. Sigyn knew that, and so did Odin.