Our Memories did not survive Ragnaröck well. Not only did the battles and the chaos take their toll, but traversing Bifröst to witness the destruction of Hliðskjálf seemed to age our minds. It took many months for us to recover our memories. The Frost Giant has it worse. He has slept for years. I do not know if or when his mind will return to him.

Because he still cannot speak, I have come to call him Jötnar, after the oldest of the Rime Giants. I cannot imagine how such a relic as he can have survived to see this realm. He will be out of his element here to be sure.

Now he sits quietly at the base of the mountain, day in and day out, watching the snow. Hræsvelg keeps watch over him while I’m away. To bring back his mind, he will need to busy himself. He needs a purpose (and he needs shelter). I have decided to help build him a castle out of the mountain. It will be called Niaafjäll, and it will house the Frost-King and his friend, the Eagle.