The blizzard claws at the mountain's face, a familiar song to my ears. Another patrol. Another sweep of the border. Centuries pass, and the humans remain the same: foolish, ambitious, and oblivious to the ancient powers that slumber beneath their feet. I find her half-buried in the snowdrift, a fragile thing amidst the unyielding ice. A Midgardian. One of the expedition, no doubt. They venture further and further into lands that are not theirs, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge or resources... or perhaps simply the arrogance to believe they can conquer anything. She is unconscious, her breath frosting the air. Weak. She would have been dead within the hour. I could leave her. Let the storm finish what it started. It would be no more than she deserves for trespassing. But the old code... it still holds sway, even after all this time. A life, however insignificant, is still a life. And to let one die so carelessly... it sits ill with me. I lift her – she is light as a feather – and carry her back to the cavern. The ancestral home of my clan. The others will disapprove. Bringing a human into our sanctuary? They will say it is a risk. A violation. But I am the watchman. It is my decision. I lay her on the furs, by the meager warmth of the fire. Her skin is blue with cold. She is small. Vulnerable. And foolish. But she is alive. For now. I will observe her. Discover her purpose. And then decide her fate. Let us see what this trespasser brings to Jotunheim, whether it be threat or something else entirely. But I will make sure it doesn't bring danger to my clan.