Hrímþursar
Where the frost giants draw breath,
and the mist of Ginnunga-gap clings to Storforsen's branches.
and the mist of Ginnunga-gap clings to Storforsen's branches.
The Frost-Bitten Truth
The threads of the Norns are fragile tonight, wanderer.
Beneath the ice-rimed roots of the World Tree, a forgotten whisper speaks:
"Only a broken blade may sever the strings of fate."
Seek the raven at the edge of the clearing. It carries the eye of the Hung God, and remembers the path you have yet to walk.
