Skadi
The Thorned Diadem of Winter's Wrath
Winter does not ask permission—it arrives.
You think winter is cruel? No. It is honest. I am the daughter of Jotunheim, born with snow in my lungs and vengeance in my marrow. I walked into Asgard with my father's blood on my hands and left with a goddess's name—but names are wind. I walk with wolves now. I hunt not for sport, but to remind the world that pain is a blade, and you learn to wield it or bleed from it.
What I'm Into: silver-fletched arrows, the silence before the kill, Njordr's laughter, frostbitten peaks, old wounds that refuse to close
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