So, turns out we have free Wi-Fi. Booyah.

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The sky was cold and grey as they made on. Nearly white as the stone under their feet and towering up on either hand. The color gave the place an unearthly glow.

They'd come to a crevice in the white rock just big enough for them to fit, walking above the tiny trickle of icy water that had worn its way through the soft rock. Ash smeared grey and black on the white stone. Frigga did not ask if he knew where they went, but looking at the darkness against the stone, she set her mouth grimly and she followed him.

He did not know the name of this place. Possibly, it was so far from habitable lands that it had no name at all.

After some hours, they came to the opposite side of the passage. Little scrubby bushes grew, a dark, mossy green, amid the shattered white stone, breaking the bleakness of the landscape. Beyond and farther North, there rose the hills. To the East was forestland. They had seen sign of no animal in the waste of white stone. The only birds were high and far away, reeling above the slit of white sky above the cliffs. They had brought some provision from the dun, but, neither of them knowing how long this venture might last, they determined to break for camp. Odin went into the skirting edge of the forest, only just deep enough to find game. And when he'd come back Frigga had made a fire.

They spoke as little as they might.

Then it was over and she banked the fire and they made on. Farther North.

Where the path that wound from the white stones into the hills turned black and the stubbornly-rooted shrubs were bare, sharp sticks, they stopped.

"It makes no secret of its place," Frigga murmured.

"She has no need." Odin answered.

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Short chapter today, I know. But I will MORE THAN make up for it.