A raven caws before it takes flight; through the skies of Earth, above the humans.
Once, mankind accepted a simple truth; that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, Man believed home to their Gods. Others, they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness, came the Frost Gods.
The raven continued to fly through the sky, going through the upper clouds, before going into a gray one, which appears to have snow and ice on top of it; a wintry landscape, with frigid blasts of cold air riding in the wind. The bird flew over one of the mountains, where one of the common residents spotted it.
Forged in a body of ice, with eyes red as blood, these beings took their toll on war. Threatening to plunge mankind into a new ice age from above.
Areas upon Earth began to freeze over, and a mother and child tried to evade the cold air, but have froze on the spot. Then, an army of golden-armored beings ran through the area towards the invaders. The battle was vicious until it all fade to black.
The Asgardian army drove the Frost Ones back into the heart of their own world in the clouds, far separate from the victors' own homeland. In the end, the enemy's king Laufey fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.
The Casket of Ancient Winters, their homeland's power source, was picked up from its stand, just before their icy realm began to crumble, and fall apart, leaving it into ruin and desolation.
With the great war ending, the oldest story ever told, was written in the stars. Stories of time, when the Asgardians ruled above the Earth. These beings were powerful gods, each bearing and representing the natures of mankind: Thor became king of the heavens, and ruled over the strongest of storms, with his beloved queen Sif letting the plants grow and nourish; Balder, giving the sun to light the way, and Tyr, bestowing great strength in warfare. And tricksters, Loki and Lochila, aiming towards chaos and misery. In time, restlessness will come and, finally, rise up against them. In this world, a child was born. A girl who would change everything.
Once, mankind accepted a simple truth; that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, Man believed home to their Gods. Others, they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness, came the Frost Gods.
The raven continued to fly through the sky, going through the upper clouds, before going into a gray one, which appears to have snow and ice on top of it; a wintry landscape, with frigid blasts of cold air riding in the wind. The bird flew over one of the mountains, where one of the common residents spotted it.
Forged in a body of ice, with eyes red as blood, these beings took their toll on war. Threatening to plunge mankind into a new ice age from above.
Areas upon Earth began to freeze over, and a mother and child tried to evade the cold air, but have froze on the spot. Then, an army of golden-armored beings ran through the area towards the invaders. The battle was vicious until it all fade to black.
The Asgardian army drove the Frost Ones back into the heart of their own world in the clouds, far separate from the victors' own homeland. In the end, the enemy's king Laufey fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.
The Casket of Ancient Winters, their homeland's power source, was picked up from its stand, just before their icy realm began to crumble, and fall apart, leaving it into ruin and desolation.
With the great war ending, the oldest story ever told, was written in the stars. Stories of time, when the Asgardians ruled above the Earth. These beings were powerful gods, each bearing and representing the natures of mankind: Thor became king of the heavens, and ruled over the strongest of storms, with his beloved queen Sif letting the plants grow and nourish; Balder, giving the sun to light the way, and Tyr, bestowing great strength in warfare. And tricksters, Loki and Lochila, aiming towards chaos and misery. In time, restlessness will come and, finally, rise up against them. In this world, a child was born. A girl who would change everything.
