|Idunn (applebearer) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-02-02 22:03:00
|Entry tags:||bragi, idunn|
WHO: Idunn & Bragi
WHEN: Sunday late afternoon
WHERE: Their farm upstate in Pawling.
WHAT: Spring goddesses don't suit polar vortexes.
For Idunn, winter was always the worst time of year. Not just because she was the goddess of spring and thus a woman who adored the life-giving warmth, but because this coldness reminded her of terrible times past. It reminded her of huddling in Þjazi's freezing cave, held prisoner far from everyone and everything she knew. It reminded her of falling from the branches of Yggdrasil and into the underworld, of weeks spent there unable to find warmth or even speak, even when Bragi held her close and whispered such sweet words of love.
Most years it was a slightly depressing time for Idunn, but this year was so much worse. The extra cold that made the mortals of the country huddle and complain, was making Idunn even more hopeless than usual. And although she'd tried to stay positive, the today was the day that she gave up.
She managed to get out of bed and light the fire in the living room, but anymore beyond that sounded utterly exhausting. She lay down on the rug to watch the fire in the hearth burn itself bright and then wavering and then low and then to nothing but embers glowing softly.
She heard Bragi's car in front of the house - back from his cafe in the city - but Idunn didn't move from where she lay.