Cold winds blow across the fjord tonight
An omen of all that is not right.
Frost giants taunt the gods with their breath of ice.
Thor in all his might can not stop the icy blow.
Odin in his wisdom sends forth the Vanic to soothe the beast.
Freyja with her charm and warmth of heart
Will melt their icy breath and warm their frozen hearts.
A goddess in all her glory, dressed in colors of spring
With her jewelry of gold shining, and emeralds too.
People of midgard pray to Odin and Thor alike
But 'twill be the goddess they owe their all to this night.
She is the one who conjures up the spells
To best the Frost Giants
And save the dwellers of the middle earth.
Freyja wakes the Dawn with a smile.
Midgard is warm and safe this day.
Odin, Thor, and the other gods raise a toast to her.
Without a drop of blood shed,
She vanquished the cold of death.
Spring began where she stepped
And flowers leapt to greet the sun.
She is victor over the Frost Giants.
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