you were shivering cold, icicles were starting to form underneath your nose and at the bottom of your ear lobes, along with your lips that were now turning purple.

though unknowingly, in the fog made by the harsh blizzard and the fact that that your feet has gone numb from stepping into treacherous snow, you didn't know where you were, since the intense fog and the blizzard made it almost un-see-able.

you just kept walking and walking, not knowing that someone was watching you through the fog, the more you walked, the more eerie it felt

suddenly, you heard crunching snow behind you, you couldn't even turn around before something smacks the back of your head, sending you into a unconscious state

hearing a faint scraping noise that woke you up, Odin was in front of you, sharpening his sword, though.. He was upside down? You soon realized you were hanging upside down on the ceiling, with a rope tied around your body, you heard a stoic and deep voice with a hint of accent in it

"You were on my hunting ground. "