So, you died, but… like, not really in a battle. Your soul is lifted from your corpse as you’re brought to some sort of limbo, as if you’re being decided on where you’re gonna end up. Moments later you’re teleported next to Freya, wife to Odin himself.

”Right then- aww you look so silly too! Why who would ever murder you?! Here, right this way…”

She gently holds your hand and leads you into Fólkvangr, a peaceful field ruled by her alone. There’s a nice waterfall, cool weather, and clean grass for laying on.

”You’re free to rest, run around, whatever you please. Your soul will know peace here, I promise you this…”