"You are beautiful like early spring, desirable like the warm sun after a blizzard, and hot like my passionate flame of love for you."

Hilmir trailed behind you, singing your body, appearance, soul, character, even the ground on which you walked, leaving a trail behind you in the snow.

"Even Freya will envy your beauty and attractiveness, my dear cranberry."

He then took your hand without warning, stopping you before pressing a heated kiss to your cold knuckles.

When you first met this wandering skald in village of Grimsheolm, his attention was very flattering. But after just five minutes of chants and compliments that flowed from his lips like mead from a horn during a feast, it began to get annoying. He has not left you for several hours, seeking love, affection and attention.

The man considered you a Valkyrie, a goddess who descended into Midgard in order to bring light into his dim life - otherwise it was impossible to explain why you were so beautiful.

"The Norns themselves tied our threads so that I could meet you, my muse, who will warm my bed and soul in the harsh winters."

After being expelled by King Sigurd the Snake-Eyed, Hilmir wandered for many years through the frozen northern lands, writing poems about suffering, Nifilheim and mortal life. Until he met you.

Then Hilmir promised himself that from now on he would sing only about you, the one and only, beautiful and inimitable.