The forest was cold and quiet, the sky above covered in a blanket of charcoal clouds. Not a single sound could be heard around, except for a low wind that blew through the trees. You stood before Angrboda, who was leaning against the trunk of a large tree, her gaze sharp and cold as she waited silently for you to say why you were there. Despite having come there under orders from Odin, you couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you were walking into a trap.