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Frau Vetr

- Monday, December 26, 2011

A brief fairytale of ice, love, and immortality.

Frau Vetr

   A crystalline purity encases the rough-hewn edges of earth; this is her palace. Ice reigns, permeating air and imprisoning ground; know her breath. She is a sharp and quick queen, that lady of ice, cold and true. If she shall choose to lay her blue hands upon you, lament for warmth lost. If she shall choose to lay her cold, crisp kiss upon you, lament for life lost. And if she shall embrace you, hold you tight for eternity, you are blessed, for truly you have become immortal. Yes, this lady of ice is a sister to death; she gives gifts to her solemn brother. And lo’ she may be a danger true, we give her praise and celebrate her existence, this artist she is. None other shall create such crystalline sculptures as she; no one could claim this beauty. In praise and celebration, from our love for the second eldest sister of the seasons… a tale should be told. A tale of this lady, a tale of her beauty, a tale of her immortality… praise and love to this Queen Isa.

   The Queen of Ice, Frau Vetr, Lady of Winter, Isa… she is an artist true, and sister to the infamous Bani Nergal, lord of death. She cradles the earth when Demeter has finished crying, created the palaces of Hel Irkalla, and gave immortality to many whom have stumbled into her embrace. This is a tale of the first one to do so.

   Kaldr was a hunter. Each day, he walked the forests in search of prey to eat. He would find the deer, bear, or birds of many sorts, stalk them, and unleash his chosen weapon through their flesh. He loved the fires of his hearth, for they cooked his food well. As the year grew older and the days became colder, Kaldr had to journey deeper into the trees to find his meals. The plants became few and the animals grouped deeper and deeper.

   One day, Kaldr had journeyed further into the woods than he had ever before. The plentiful snow on the ground gave him tracks to his way out, so he feared not. The Sun began to lower and warn him with its fires. Kaldr decided that tonight, he would have to eat what he had left of grains in his home, and wait another day for the salty venison he loved. Just as he would turn around to depart this sacred place and travel home once more, a great wind blew all around him. Kaldr ducked and covered his face from the biting ice of the winds, which seemed to be so curious of him. When this wind ceased, Kaldr took a step… He did not see his footprints preserved in the snow.

   "I must be facing the wrong direction," he thought. And so, Kaldr turned  and took another step. No tracks of his own; nothing at all but pure white snow! Kaldr turns again, and yet again, until he was spinning with panic! The biting, icy winds had covered his way out! Now dizzy from the spinning, and fearing he would become some wolf’s dinner, Kaldr, disoriented, ran in all directions trying to find the edge of the forest. Alas, he could not. There was no end in sight. At last, he dropped to his knees and begged whatever spirits could hear him to take him and save him.

   Just then, as the Sun laid itself to rest behind a mountain, the winds picked up once more. Kaldr thought he could hear a voice in the winds singing a song of affection. Even as his tears froze to his ever-bluing face, he felt love and comfort.

   The Lady of Winter was curious of Kaldr. She found him handsome and felt passion for this lonely hunter man. After some thought, Frau Vetr decided this hunter Kaldr would be ideal to keep for all time. Her brother Bani Nergal scolded her in this.

   "You cannot love this man, for man is mortal and finite. He will die and become mine, and his flesh will grow black, shriveled and rotten, to your eternal sorrow," spoke Bani Nergal to his sister, with concern in his dark eye. She sighed, pondered this for a moment, and looked at him, still determined.

   "I am the lady immortal, I preserve things for all time. In my ice, he would not age; if one does not age, one cannot die. This is truth." As she said this, she raised her hands to call a wind to struggling Kaldr. Before Bani Nergal could protest, Kaldr was frozen. "He is mine now," she said. "Mine for eternity… my new husband." The lady took him into her arms and to her palace, where she lay with him a season and slept the warmer months. As she began to awake at the crying of Demeter, she stretched her arms and yawned the first winter winds.

   Kaldr’s spirit troubled her. He was uninteresting, and babbled on as people do. She had only seen him hunting, only seen him quiet. She could not have imagined the ways in which this man would talk. He did not cease, and he bothered her greatly. Frau Vetr called to her brother Bani Nergal for advice, for he was old and wise.

   "I cannot advise you in this, beautiful sister. You must decide. I have helped you all I can, but this man in your husband and thus, you are bound." So spoke Bani Nergal, lord of death. The Lady Isa thought a moment, and remembered she was bound to what her ice had touched, the frozen body of this man. She knew then what she must do.

   The Lady of Winter called, once more, her brother Bani Nergal to her palace. She spoke to him, "Bani Nergal, dear brother of mine, I give you this gift for your assistance. I give you the gift of this man’s spirit. This man is truly dead, but his body is what I am bound to and it is kept eternal in my ice. Shall I grow tired, I will find another. I have solved my problem, and given you this. For your love and help, my dearest brother, I will give you the spirits of men whom fall into my embrace." Bani Nergal took Kaldr’s spirit and thanked his sister.

   So for all time, those who fall into the frozen embrace of the Lady Isa, will be separated from their bodies… spirits to Bani Nergal; bodies frozen untouched to Frau Vetr. Have care, for if you lose your way in the forests of winter, you may find yourself beloved of Frau Vetr; your body forever locked in ice!

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