[Frigga]
[He can't quite figure out the stockings until he watches someone put something into one and then decides he doesn't like it all. His own has been left somewhere on the floor, the red bootie stripped off and the white fur is currently on his head to keep his ears warm. BUT, beneath her stocking he leaves an ornate white and black drinking horn, the rim lined with gold. Beside it is a large tankard of ale he brewed, still slightly frothy and cool after sitting outside in the snow for most of the afternoon.]