6. EXT. JOTUNHEIM WILDERNESS - MORNING

WIDE SHOT of the Jötunheim horizon - bleak and terrible and cold. Against the blue light of the rising sun, two figures can be seen in silhouette. One of them throws a spade's worth of dirt onto a mound, then tamps the dirt down with one foot. CUT TO Skadi, crouched over Surtur's makeshift grave. She smoothes the dirt over with one hand.

BREÐI
What will you do now?

SKAÐI
(gravely)
I will find Loki.

She stands up, and brushes her hands off on her thighs.

SKAÐI
(continuing)
And then I will kill him myself.

Bredi turns and gives Skadi a curious look.

SKAÐI
It was Loki who framed me, so long ago. Loki, whose lies caused the All-Father to banish me here - to this miserable hell-hole.

Her expression hardens, and she shakes her head.

SKAÐI
(continuing)
All these years, I believed he was already dead. I admit, part of me is delighted to have been wrong. Destroying him will give me tremendous satisfaction.

BREÐI
But you cannot leave Jotunheim.

Skadi smiles faintly, closes her eyes, and lifts her chin. She inhales deeply through her nose.

SKAÐI
I can now. The All-Father's magic that held me here is broken. I can feel it.

BREÐI
That may be. But he is still a prince of Asgard, with magic of his own. He could be anywhere.

SKAÐI
You're right, of course. We can't expect to find him on our own.
(beat)
But I know someone who can. Someone who can see across the Nine Realms - and beyond.

She looks to Bredi.

SKAÐI
(continuing)
Are you ready?

Bredi nods.

Skadi extends her arms beside her, palms-down. She flicks her wrists and turns her hands palms-up.

There is a DEEP RUMBLE from within the earth, and the ground on either side of Skadi splits open with a DEAFENING CRACK. From the fissures, two ENORMOUS DRAGONS emerge - each one at least a hundred feet long, with snow-white, scaly flesh, vast leathery wings, and bright, cobalt-blue eyes. One of the dragons opens its mouth, revealing three rows of razor-sharp fangs - it gives a long, haunting call that echoes across the empty wilderness.

Skadi flicks her wrists again, palms-down, and the two dragons bow low to the ground. She grabs one by its scales and pulls herself up so she is sitting astride its great neck. She turns to Bredi.

SKAÐI
(grinning)
Let's go.