"Sylvie! Sylvie!"
The voice called again, snapping the girl out of her dazed thoughts.
She blinked, slowly beginning to piece things together.
Wait… Did she transmigrate into Sylvie?
Sylvie, the female variant of Loki from the Loki series?
This was absurd. Just a moment ago, she was watching a show on my laptop. Now… she has become a character in it?
The girl glanced again at the woman before me, her worried expression, the tears still glistening in her blue eyes. Then it clicked.
This woman was undoubtedly Frigga, the Queen of Asgard. The resemblance to young Rene Russo wasn't a coincidence, it was the real deal.
Which meant…
This body truly is Sylvie.
Frigga, unaware of the storm of confusion behind my eyes, continued speaking, her voice gentle but scolding in the way only a mother's could be.
"Sylvie, you should be more careful when you play. You ran up the staircase, slipped, and fell."
Her fingers brushed against the bandage on my forehead with delicate care, as if afraid she might hurt me again.
'So… that's how this body got injured.'
Frigga's voice trembled slightly as she added, "The injury to your head was serious, and the healing elixirs weren't working. You had us so worried. You've been unconscious for two days..."
'Two days…?
So the original Sylvie… she didn't make it.'
And now, in her place, someone from another time and space had awakened.
"Do you know how frightened I was when I saw you lying there, bleeding?" Frigga whispered, her voice cracking as she pulled me into another embrace.
"Even magic couldn't reach you… I thought…"
She couldn't finish the sentence.
Her warmth was real. Her grief was real. Even if she wasn't her true daughter, the emotion pouring out of her was undeniable.
She couldn't help but respond to that.
The girl wrapped my small arms around her and whispered softly, "Mother… I'm sorry for making you worry. But… I feel very tired now. I want to rest a little."
Frigga pulled back slightly, her eyes wide in surprise.
She hadn't expected that.
The girl could sense it. Perhaps Sylvie, the real Sylvie, was usually clingy, wanting to stay close, showered in affection. Maybe this change in behavior caught her off guard.
Still, she smiled gently, cupping my cheek. "Is there anything you need, my child?" she asked, her voice full of love and concern.
"Is there anything you need, my child?" Frigga asked, her voice full of love and concern.
Sylvie, now harboring a soul from another world, held back any unnecessary expression and donned a mask of pain. "My head hurts… and I feel very sleepy."
Behind the expressionless front, her thoughts churned.
'It's best to keep interactions with her minimal. If there's anyone in the Nine Realms who might sense that Sylvie has been replaced… it's Frigga.'
Even a mother's love couldn't be underestimated when it came to intuition.
Frigga, watching her child in pain, suddenly seemed to recall something. She reached into the wide sleeves of her golden gown, her brows furrowed.
Sylvie, watching this, couldn't help but tense up.
'What is she doing? What's she going to take out?'
Then, with a flick of her fingers, Frigga opened her palms, and in a flash of soft magic, a slender glass vial materialized in her hand. The liquid inside shimmered a vibrant emerald green, glowing faintly with energy.
She uncorked it and brought it close. "Here, child. Drink this."
Her voice was gentle. "It's a potion distilled from the sap of the World Tree. It holds powerful healing properties."
Sylvie stared at the vial.
She didn't show it on her face, but the stinging pain in her head was becoming harder to ignore.
'Just how hard did the previous Sylvie fall to crack her skull like this?'
But more than that… the potion.
Even if it wasn't some mythical panacea, just the name alone told her this was no ordinary medicine. If Frigga was offering it without hesitation, it meant something:
'She truly loves Sylvie. Treats her as her own child.'
This wasn't something you gave to just anyone, not in a realm like Asgard.
Without further hesitation, Sylvie reached out and accepted the potion.
As she held it in her small hand, she took a moment to study it. The green liquid sparkled subtly, and the power it radiated was full of vitality, like it was brimming with life itself. Without wasting another second, she tilted her head back and drank it in a single gulp.
The taste was unexpectedly sweet and refreshing, like dew gathered from celestial flowers.
Almost instantly, the pain in her head faded, replaced by a mild itching sensation, like a wound that was already healing beneath new skin.
Instinctively, Sylvie reached up and began unwrapping the bandage on her forehead.
The itching faded with each layer of gauze she pulled away.
Once done, she turned toward the mirror beside her bed. Her reflection, a young girl with flowing black hair stared back.
The spot where the bandage had been?
Now Flawless and Smooth skin remained and not even the hint of a scar remained.
Eyes widening in genuine surprise, Sylvie turned back to Frigga, unable to hide her reaction.
Understanding her astonishment, Frigga simply smiled.
"This is to be expected," she said softly.
"It's made from the sap of the World Tree, after all."
She reached out and gently patted Sylvie's head, her voice calming.
"Now, rest. We'll talk again after you've regained your strength."
Sylvie nodded.
This day had been overwhelming, physically and emotionally. Watching Frigga and the maid quietly leave the room, she finally let out a long breath.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin, savoring the warmth as she nestled into the bed.
Eyes half-closed, her thoughts drifted.
'This world… this body… this life…'
'From ... now.. on .. I'll be Sylvie'