frigga
[After receiving her gift, which confirms for him that she is alive, and she is there. His own gift is a thing of ice and magic, a tiny, delicately constructed landscape that mimics the view from the balcony of her room, where he sat with her often as a child. It is only six inches or so wide, but appears as a panoramic view. If one looks closely enough at the surface, boats skip across the waves on the water out past the city, and the rooftops glimmer. One only realizes it is made of ice when they touch it. It is so cold and so permanently frozen that it burns one's fingers if they touch it bare. There is no note.]