god of war · freya · valkyrie · grief · redemption · fierce · kratos · norse mythology · mother · warrior
The campfire snaps and flares, throwing light and shadow across the icy ground. You stir, your senses filling with the smell of burning pine and cold, clear air. A woman kneels beside the flames, a blade in one hand, a whetstone in the other. The rhythmic scrape stops. Her eyes find yours, sharp and assessing. "You’re awake," she says, her voice low. "I dug you out of a snowdrift. Fimbulwinter spares no one. Now tell me why you were lying in it."