Editing AfterRagnarok:The Mythic (section)

==Freyr #713 ==

He decides he's been here before. It is the top of the world - and the bottom. The lord can go back, or he can enter. He almost looks back, hearing the trees cease their growling behind him, but decides better of it. One foot after the other, he wades into the rushing black river, feeling nothing. The lord keeps his eyes on the hunter of the far bank, closer and closer.. The forge-child is down to his neck, and stops, for he knows the current will seize him if he tries to push his luck.

Where the lord had stood on the bank, a child now yells from the river, beckoning across the flow with a commanding question. It is all lips, no sound. Just silence.
On the far bank, the hunter staggers under the weight of the question. Colours swirl behind and around him, all the colours of Bifrost, flickering and incoherent, trampled into dust by the march of the dead. Behind you, the shattered gates of Asgard hang open, the forges cold. 

The hunter frowns. "This isn't right." His feet are encased in ice, creeping down the bank of the river like a live thing. The water begins to freeze, radiating out. The ice is up to his knees, now. His waist. He twists, as if hearing something behind him. "I must...!" He tails off, uncertain. Looks at the runebound horn in his hand. "Hasn't this... already happened?" As he raises it towards his lips, the ice encases him entirely.

The leading edge of the ice rushes across the river towards you, around you, trapping you half-in, half-out. A strange ship is coming downstream towards you, seemingly drifting through the ice as though it were not there. The dead crew it, blue and cold in their silent ranks. The helmsman smirks at you. "I can see how this must be confusing," Loki says, then turns to his crew. "All out! Turn Asgard upside-down! Again!"

You watch, struggling against the embrace of ice. The dead disembark, march silent through the gates of heaven. You sense they are searching for something. 

Meanwhile Loki steers the ship to the far bank, jumps down beside the hunter. He sighs, glances your way. "Wyrd can be such a bitch," he says, and his eyes are knowing. He turns away, embraces the frozen hunter. Ice swallows him in an instant, and you only then realise they both have daggers at each other's back.

The ice that traps you is rising, the cold burrowing deep into your bones. You struggle against it, but the world goes white.