Part 2
Jökul Frosti was in terrible, awful trouble, and he would not know it until he was knee-deep into it and unable to dig his way out. But before he had fallen victim to his situation, the Jotun had merely been doing his job. It had started a little while back, on a cold September's evening when the Jotun had glided on the winds and settled himself in the clearing. He had spent the last hour watching his fellow Jotun sailing their ships. They would reach the island within the week, and it was his task to scout ahead since he could fly. He wondered why they always made him do that- he hated it. He just wanted to be left alone, yet his people demanded he assist them because of his 'special talents' because he was apparently not good at much else.
He had scouted ahead of them by a good few days though, and had time to relax. It was easy for him to roam the island unseen- he could fly high above the trees and scout the village during the night when everyone was asleep.
Now, however, he had settled in a rather nicely cut off clearing. There was a pond there, partially frozen, and it was made entirely frozen under the tall Frost Giant's weight. Okay well he was not actually very tall for a Frost Giant. The flight-gifted ones never were, so he was fairly small compared to his people, yet a decent height around humans nonetheless.
He stood there in this clearing for a good long while, just staring up at the beautifully falling snow. Oh how he loved the snow, and not just because that was what he grew up in. It was calming and nice, a kind of gentle stillness h liked. The Jotun was not particularly fond of people… any people. Other Jotun, Vikings, animals…. He just preferred to be alone. It made things easier. It made his scouting job easier. He wouldn't have to deal with them making fun of his height, or saying he was too carefree. No one to tell him he was only good for scouting.
Jökul was very much content to just stand there in blissful ignorance at his secret onlooker. He was tired of scouting anyways. He would much rather decorate something with ice and keep to his thoughts. After a long moment he heaved a soft sigh and opened his eyes. Muttering to himself, he called down the wind to catch hold of, and when it blew towards him, he caught it and lifted, his heart soaring. He loved to fly- it was absolutely perfect!
But he could not shake the feeling that he had missed something. Like he'd overlooked something important…
But regardless of that fact, he chose to ignore the feeling and sped off to sit out his remaining time on the island watching the sun set, before he would return to his people and report back the news of their defenses etc. He liked to pointedly leave out details….. He didn't want the Vikings being slaughtered or anything. After all it was HIS people taking from them. They weren't defenseless but if he gave away all the information he'd gathered they would be sitting ducks to a bunch of Frost Giants who wanted to kill them and take their lands. Quite frankly Jökul was astonished that they hung around so much. He was sure they would leave at some point, but they appeared to be decidedly stubborn. He sighed and shook his head. Of course they were stubborn. It was a Viking trait it appeared, and something they were just born with.