[There's a video that emerges, early in the morning, before the sun even rises. At first, the feed shows nothing but black, but then there's the sound of something heavy dropping to the ground. It takes a moment, but the ambient light of the surroundings finally catches sight of an anonymous Asgardian, grey, bound, and swiftly pressed down by a boot to the chest.]

... Asgard, no matter what incarnation I find you in, you prove as inconsequential and worthless as ever. [There is no rush to his statement, each word is said with weight and purpose, and to say Malekith speaks with distaste - it would be a severe understatement.]

You drag me from the edges of Hel, and for what farce? Giants? Again you prove yourselves too shortsighted to realize what danger lies at your very door. [He reinforces his stance as his captive gives a struggle, and as Malekith continues, the sneer can almost be heard in his voice. And though he has made no point of turning the camera upon himself, and clearly will not be doing so, the name tag associated to this clip announces him, overriding any title he ascribed to himself in conversation during the previous days. He is not Malekith of Svartalfheim nor Malekith the Sorcerer.]

The darkness has come to fall upon your realm, Asgardians, and you have only yourselves to blame.

[This is Malekith the Accursed, and he is calling out any who would stand against him.]

[Oh look, it's your favorite girl named Brittany that lives in Asgard.]

Does anyone know what ducks eat? I think this duck I have isn't eating enough. [She holds it up and the poor little baby duck definitely looks a bit... overfed. It's poofy, but not from fuzzy downy coat... but from Brittany feeding it a lot.]

Lord Tubbington ate way more than this and I want Mr. Quacks to grow up big and strong like he was.

Also, I need a veterinarian that can help ducks.

[If only Brittany's vast knowledge of cat disease could give her insight into ducks.]

Oh! And welcome back everyone that survived the violent battle. You missed nothing important. [She looks to Mr. Quacks as if he's telling her something important.] Oh right, except something about a magical strawberry that gives you powers if you don't eat it.

[she & Booker discussed her learning how to properly fight & use a weapon on the train back from Alfheim & the more Elizabeth thought about it, the more she realizes that it's something she needs to do sooner rather than later.]

I'd like to ask a favor. [her bracelet is set on her dresser & on her face is a look of concern as she pets a sleeping Jack on her lap.] I want to be more useful in the upcoming battles, so I'd like to learn how to properly fight. If it's not too much trouble, would someone be able to give me some lessons? I'd be willing to learn anything you'd be able to teach me.