A voice came to me on the wind. It told me of a being – a Giant – poisoned in sleep to the north. Should I succeed in awaking him, he would become a powerful ally against the chaos.

I searched the realm for this Giant. The further north I roamed, the more ferocious the freezing winds became. On the eighty-first day, I found him, bound frozen in the mountainside. The ferocious man-eagle Hræsvelg stood vigilant above him. He beat his wings and shrieked thunderously as I approached, protecting his frozen charge.

I knelt atop the Giant and put up a hand to calm his guardian. He lowered his wings, and the air became still. Then I placed my staff on the Frost-King’s head, and beckoning to Freyja, I slowly blew warmth into his heart. He began to stir, and the mountainside fell away from him, releasing him from its bondage. As he moved his limbs, rocks, trees and snow thundered down the mountain.

The Eagle flew away keeping a safe distance. I leaped from the Giant’s chest and he knelt before me, still half-awake, half-asleep. I asked of his name, but he could not speak. He simply looked at me with kindness. I beckoned for him to accompany me back to Vinterstad, but he resisted. He seemed to want to stay at the mountain. Satisfied that he was well and content, I took my leave.