A Frost Giant's Daughter Revisited

It was while visiting the northlands that I first met her.

I was on a holiday and had driven as far north as the roads would allow and trekked for most of a day into the wild to set up my camp.

I was relaxing that evening while a cheery blaze crackled in the fire pit I had dug.

At first I thought I was all alone, then I saw her standing at the edge of the fire's light. This tall, slender, flaxen haired beauty dressed in long flowing garments that covered all but her beautiful face.

She smiled shyly and by signs asked if she could join me by the fire, I gestured to the log I was sitting on and replied, "Have a seat."

She came into the light and I saw that she was barefooted and that her skin, what I could see of it was very pale, almost like milk in color.

Her ruddy lips formed a perfect smile as she sat beside me, she glanced over at me shyly and I saw her pale blue eyes for the first time, the eyes that I would never forget.

She politely refused my offer of a warm drink and simply sat beside me, this otherworldly beauty who had come out of the darkness.

Not knowing what else to do, I simply enjoyed her companionship and watched the small fire consume its fuel.

Her silence was broken when she said softly, "It is warm here." and raised her milky white hands to open her garments.

Emerging from her clothing like a butterfly nymph erupting from its chrysalis, I sat in amazement as she stood before me utterly naked.

She was my own height of six feet but she was quite slender with long coltish legs and slim arms.

Her skin was so pale it almost seemed to glow in the soft light of the fire.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as they took in every detail of her exquisite form, her delicate breasts surmounted by nipples of the palest maiden's blush in hue while her pale hands failed to conceal the flaxen wisp atop her Venusian cleft.

She smiled shyly as I too, removed my clothing and my state of arousal became obvious to both of us.

This unknown girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and my entire being ached for her as I took her cool body into my arms for our first kiss.

An hour later we lay together, our bodies sweaty from our exertions, she had been a virgin and while I was as gentle as I could be, she still cried softly when I entered her. The next few days were a hazy dream of making love again and again and again.

Her lips were never far from mine, my warmth deeply embedded in her coolness, our hips grinding and thrusting as her long, long legs snuggled around me.

Her taste as I pleasured her yet again and the feeling as she pleasured me to further arousal and our next bout of lovemaking.

I didn't eat and I barely slept, my entire reason for being was to make love to this unknown girl.

All too soon it was over, I woke up days later shivering in the predawn chill.

I was alone, she was gone and with her had gone my heart.

I pulled on the clothing I had not worn in days, grabbed my flashlight and searched the area to no avail.

She was gone.

Returning to camp I looked over everything until I found a slip of what turned out to be parchment, it was a note from her thanking me for the love and the warmth that I had given her and at the end of the all too brief note was her name: Freya.

Freya was the name of the otherworldly beauty who came to haunt my dreams over the years since then.

I reluctantly came back to my mundane life, returned to my dreary job and dreamt of a tall, slender, pale skinned beauty who said little and made love like a goddess. Digging through the mythology of the region turned up an apocryphal tale of a man who had encountered a pale young girl with cool skin who came into his camp and seduced him for many days, then vanished without a trace.

The story was so similar to my own except in my case, I had a name to remember her by.

Freya.

Seven years later and my dreams of her had not faded, her name remained on my lips and in my heart.

My married friends all shook their heads at my bachelor lifestyle and reluctance to approach any women.

How could I when the memories of her remained so fresh?

When she came into my dreams and held me through the long, lonely nights?

How could any other woman compete with that?

Unable to bear it any longer, I took a leave of absence from my job and journeyed back to the northern land where I had met my dream.

Once again, I drove as far into the back country as far as the road would allow and after shouldering my gear, I trekked on foot until I wearily returned to my camp site of long before.

I set up the camp as best as I could recall and after building a cheery fire, sat down wearily.

I was no longer the vigorous young man who had cheerfully packed into this camp seven years agone, I had softened a bit, working in mundania had a way of doing that to a fellah.

I knew I would be stiff and sore come the morning, but I cared not, I was back where it had all began.

I got out the bit of parchment from the envelope where I had carefully preserved it and read it again, for the thousandth time or was it the ten-thousandth time?

I no longer kept count.

Impulsively I stood and cried out, "FREYA!..."

I listened as her name echoed through the rocky cliffs above me, "Freya!" I cried aloud, "You have haunted my dreams all these years, you have been all I have thought of ever since I met you. I cannot get you out of my mind for you have stolen my heart and I have loved you ever since!"

I was surprised at how my voice carried in that crisp mountain air.

Feeling a little foolish, I sat down again, made tea and ate some of my food.

Hours later, I felt a little drowsy and began banking the fire to keep it under control while I slept.

I heard a soft crunching sound as if someone had stepped on a pebble and it was crushed.

Looking up, my eyes saw the face that had haunted my dreams for seven years.

Freya was standing at the edge of my fire's light like she had before.

Only now she was taller than ever before. I rose to my feet and gaped at her, she stood towering over me and she smiled.

"I heard your cry, my love and I came to you." she said as she stepped into the light and engulfed me in her arms as I wrapped my own arms around her.

My heart thudded and my tears came unbidden and I wept freely, as did she.

I held her tightly around her hips, tilted my head back to look up at her and her cool tears fell onto my upturned face.

She slipped her hands under my arms and lifted me with ease.

I threw my arms around her neck and her cool lips met mine, we kissed and kissed and kissed.

Our lips parted very reluctantly and I said hoarsely, "I love you Freya and I will not let you slip away again. You have been in my dreams, night and day, all these years." she held me closely and she said softly, "I too, have loved you all these years. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, but I did, that is why I left that note with my name on it, I didn't want to be forgotten."

I smiled at her and said thickly, "As if I could ever forget you, my love, my only love."

She set me back on my feet and opened her garments to let them fall from her towering frame.

Now she was fully grown with womanly breasts and a luxurious flaxen patch between her incredibly long legs.

She stood fully nine feet tall and was more beautiful than ever before.

My weariness banished, I took off my own clothing and stood before her fully aroused.

Freya smiled and said softly, "You are still the only man I have ever loved or ever will love."

Freya and I crawled into my tent to lay down together and before long we fell into deeply passionate love making.

My body inflamed with passion as her cool body entwined around mine.

We held nothing back and spent as much time simply holding each other as we spent making love.

Freya's body was so much bigger than mine and I strove mightily to satisfy her, to pleasure her, to love her, to keep up with her.

Days passed and the fires of our passion had barely abated, we ate and drank only when our bodies demanded food or we thirsted.

In the light of day I gazed upon her with awe, she was so much larger than me it defied logic.

How could such a woman be so tall and yet be so graceful?

She raised more questions with each passing moment.

At first she was so pale she seemed ethereal and her flesh cool to the touch, now she was warmer and her skin was merely pale.

When she stood towering over me, her flaxen hair cascading nearly to her knees she would take my breath away and I would take her into my arms yet again.

When she pulled me over on top of her and I settled into her increasing warmth, her huge body responded to my thrusts so well that I forgot about her size and I enjoyed the warmth of our lovemaking.

When I pleasured her, her hands would entwine in my hair and her soft moans became groans of ecstasy while her milky white thighs quivered.

When she pleasured me, I lay helplessly engulfed in her now warm mouth, her ruddy lips sucking and sucking and sucking.

We eventually ran out of food.

Water was available from the snow melt stream flowing past our camp, but food we needed.

I looked up at her and said, "We have to get more food, I only brought enough to last me a month. With both of us eating from it, it lasted only two weeks."

Freya looked at me and said firmly, "I am going with you, I will not be apart from you again."

She looked around at the mountains looming over us and said wistfully, "I shall miss my homeland, but I am with you now."

I smiled at her and replied, "I will take you with me for I have no wish to be apart from you ever again, for we are married now!"

She smiled warmly and reached for me once again.

The next morning, we reluctantly got dressed after making love one last time in our tent.

I quickly took down our tent and rolled everything into a small bundle, I buried the fire pit and shouldered my burden once more.

Freya stood there in her long robes and sandals with a smile on her beautiful face. Wordlessly, she relieved me of my bundle and said, "I can carry this for you." as she easily hefted it.

Freya was slender and yet she was far stronger than me as she had amply demonstrated several times during the past fortnight.

We joined hands and walked back to my rented van, our sundered hearts whole again.