"Let's plow!" Idun replied, because it was suddenly quite the battle cry and Idun had never had one of those before. She was almost excited, and perhaps would have been completely excited if it weren't for the feeling of panic still clawing at her insides. This was definitely making a great story. Bragi would love this story. All they needed to do was fix everything so it ended well, and then she would work on how she'd retell the tale. And Philotes could help! It would be great.
The horse grumbled some protest. Idun snapped out of her thoughts.
"Hey, there's no reason for that, Sir Horse. I know this doesn't look fun and you were probably having very lovely horse dreams when we took you out, but this is very important and you will be saving the day. It's okay. It will all be okay," Idun said softly, petting the animal gently as she spoke. He didn't look convinced. Idun was good with animals, but she wasn't a goddess who actually had any pull with them. They only listened because she was likeable, not because she had cosmic sway. It was looking like her animal luck had run out, and then the horse reluctantly started pushing the plow.
Idun practically squealed.
From there, between Lottie's guidance and a bit of Idun's whispered encouragement, they pushed the plow to the trees, managing to dig the ditch all the way across. One down she thought. The horse grumbled again. "You did so great, Sir Horse, you really need to work on recognizing your own accomplishments. We can work on it now, actually. Let's make a second row, okay? Then we'll review just how brilliant you are!" She smiled at the horse. The horse did not smile back.
Idun turned to Philotes instead. "I don't think we'll have time for the third one, but...but I think we can manage the second. And I think this will work. It looks like it is going to work."