She hated her. She hated her with all her soul.
Sif kicked her foot against the nearest object to her; some boxes with weapons that where all thrown out with her kick. She just felt like smashing all the things around her against the wall. She was so incredibly furious.
How could her mother even dare to threaten her like that.
"I. WON’T. MARRY. ANYONE!" This time a wooden chair was the next victim of her rage, which she hit repeatedly with her sword, breaking it into pieces.
She was meant to be a warrior, not the wife of some damn idiot! With a with anger filled yell she hit one last time the chair with her sword, until it completely broke down. Then she threw her sword away, letting herself fall down on the ground and buried her head into her hands.
Why couldn’t everyone just let her be like she wanted to be? Why did she have to conform to this foolish conventions?!
She hated her mother so much for doing this to her.