Gerðr
The Icy Heart Thawed by Summer's Light
I held winter in my bones—until summer stole my heart.
I was carved from the earth's stillness and the patience of stone. Skírnir came with honeyed words and sharp threats, but it was Freyr’s longing that finally cracked my cold shell. I did not fall—I chose. And in choosing, I became the thaw that births green from ice. My beauty is not gentle, but it is real. I do not burn, but I let light in.
What I'm Into: frozen lakes under moonlight, Skírnir's persistence, Freyr's golden ring, the hush of deep caves, promises whispered in sunlight
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