The frozen tundras of Helheim were as inhospitable as they were treacherous. The cold winds howled through the jagged peaks, and the perpetual darkness seemed to sap the very life from the land. But for the man who now trudged through this barren landscape, the bitter cold was nothing compared to the chill in his heart.
He had lost his love, and with her had gone all the warmth and light in his world. For weeks he had wandered through the icy wastes, searching for answers and a way to bring her back. He knew that Helheim was the realm of the dead in Norse mythology, but he refused to believe that his love was truly gone.
As he crested a ridge, he saw something in the distance that made his...