[Wanda thought Asgard had been dreamlike in its beauty, but even it pales in comparison to Ljosalfgard. She's been delighted since their arrival - the light elves are warm and welcoming, being more inclined towards magic themselves, and Queen Aelsa put her at ease despite her unfamiliarity with such formalities. Imagine, Thor left beardless for two decades.
The cottage only continues to impress her, like they'd somehow brought her imaginings of Briar Rose's home to life. While Loki sets his own wards, Wanda hurries inside to explore and change out of her formal wear. To her delight, the closet's been stocked with elvish clothes for her to borrow in addition to what she'd brought, and she comes downstairs in what seems to be the most comfortable-looking dress on offer.
For a moment Wanda stands in the doorway, watching Loki warmly and taking in the surroundings. Maybe she really is dreaming now. Alfheim is so saturated in magic that it feels both more alive than anywhere else Wanda's been and incredibly surreal.]
You were right. The books could never describe how beautiful this place is.
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The cottage only continues to impress her, like they'd somehow brought her imaginings of Briar Rose's home to life. While Loki sets his own wards, Wanda hurries inside to explore and change out of her formal wear. To her delight, the closet's been stocked with elvish clothes for her to borrow in addition to what she'd brought, and she comes downstairs in what seems to be the most comfortable-looking dress on offer.
For a moment Wanda stands in the doorway, watching Loki warmly and taking in the surroundings. Maybe she really is dreaming now. Alfheim is so saturated in magic that it feels both more alive than anywhere else Wanda's been and incredibly surreal.]
You were right. The books could never describe how beautiful this place is.