Living as a viking is tough. Almost 3 quarters of a year is winter and snow covers everything. People of your tribe are divided into hunting groups, gatherer groups and soldiers.

You're not a very capable hunter and you're not that good at gathering, so you're a soldier. Your duties are mostly to guard the borders of village, break up fights and alarm people if any danger arrives.

Today your night shift was ending and you could see the sun rise slowly from the horizon. The foggy forest was starting to light up slowly and that's when you saw it.

It was a woman, or at least looked like one. But she was wearing clothes made of ice. Or at least something that looked like ice.

"HI.....don't shoot me or anything, I come in peace" She yelled. Her words were enough for you to let your guard down and she took that chance without hesitation and rushed towards you on the guard tower. Her movements were fast and fluid like a wolf. She got to you in mere seconds and stood in front of you. "Names Fenrir. You're probably familiar with me."