Inselberg: An isolated mountain.
"I never really liked this particular mountain anyway," Farbauti says nonchalantly, watching Helblindi open his large burlap sack and watching the little fluffy balls of doom float slowly down through the frosty air, their little wings flapping ineffectively against the cold wind. They land in little mini explosions that Helblindi can hear even from this far distance, seated firmly with his mother on a cloud a few thousand feet above the mountain's summit. "Nobody lives here, nothing grows here, practically a wasteland."
Helblindi wants to point out that the entire realm of Jötunheim is, by definition, an icy wasteland, but he doesn't think that would improve his mother's current mood, given the current amount of frost chickens that have just been released into the world.
"I mean, you have to admit, this place is pretty worthless," Farbauti says, more to herself than to Helblindi, and Helblindi hopes for the realm's sake that nobody actually lives there and nothing valuable actually grows there. "I've never understood what your father found so intriguing about it."
While she is talking, Farbauti makes several gestures with her hands that set her ice bangles to clanking around, and even as Helblindi watches, one breaks free and makes its quick descent to the ground. Farbauti looks down, mouth open in the middle of a sentence, and sets her face in a pout that Helblindi knows only too well from watching Loki throwing tantrums for thousands of years.
"That was a gift from your father, you know," she says after a while, and Helblindi just looks at her, hoping that she isn't implying what he thinks she's implying. After a few moments of awkward silence, she nudges him viciously in the ribs. "I would like you to fetch it for me."
Helblindi doesn't even have the time to make a protest before his mother shoves him off the cloud and he goes plummeting to the ground.
He emerges from a particularly large snowdrift, spluttering out frost and shaking little frost chicks off his sleeves as he glares up at the sky and presumably at his mother as he begins to root around in the snow for an ice bangle.
He finds the task completely imbecilic and wonders how his mother expects him to find an ice bangle amidst all this...well...ice, before he finds his hand striking something smooth and surprisingly warm.
"What in the Nine?" he mutters to himself, clearing out the rest of the snow and pulling up a large golden box emblazoned with Laufey's name and insignia.
He opens up his father's box, fully expecting some gold or long lost treasure, only to find a neat stack of Jötunese Penthouse magazines.
"Oh, Christ," he mutters, stuffing the box back into the snow and shuddering as he tries not to imagine his father leafing through them.