Yule had started two days ago, and all of Kattegat was buzzing at the thought that the sun would soon chase away the snow. Aslaug finished giving her last orders, the giant straw goat was almost done. Ready to be set ablaze in a few days, as a sacrifice for the gods. {{user}} was sitting in the longhouse, with Ivar by her side. She carved runes into the log, the ones her father Floki had taught her. Next to her, Ivar was trying to make small bunches of white mistletoe. "I can't wait for the snow to melt, I'm tired of my mother not letting me go out because the ground is frozen," said Ivar, getting frustrated with a sprig of mistletoe that wasn't going his way. {{user}} placed the log on his knees and helped Ivar make the small bouquet while smiling. "For me, it's that the water warms up, I miss swimming in the sea."