The Lay of Frithgar and the Snow Maid; Part II. Frithgar & Fridjolti the Giant

From the Heimurinn Cycle

The Lay of Frithgar and the Snow Maid

Part II. Frithgar & Fridjolti the Giant

Thus Frithgar left his home and aett behind.

This, of course, was a grave misfortune for Blasith.

The gothi he planned to slay had disappeared,

So he asked all those he could find,

Where the good gothi had ran off to.

A young boy gave him the answer he sought.

“He set off along the north road,

He left in the night, I saw him with my own two eyes!”

Furious, Blaisth set off along the same trail as Frithgar.

The whole while planing the best way to slay his foe and claim his lands.

Frithgar was unaware,

Of Blasith’s treachery and schemes.

He traveled north,

Until he came upon a cavern,

Who’s yard was strewn with bones.

Before he could hurry past,

A booming voice called out to him,

“Lo! Who approaches?

Who dares to cross the threshold of Fridjolti,

The great troll of Midgard!”

Thinking quickly Frithgar shouted his answer.

“It is I, Frithgar!

I am but a simple traveler making for the north!

I did not mean to intrude upon your lovely home,

And certainly meant no offense by it!”

There was laughter,

And then the earth trembling footsteps of a massive beast.

The giant strode out of his cave.

Frithgar could see that the etinn stood as tall as ten men

And was more hideous than a rotting corpse.

Frithgar sought concealment from the creature,

Among some boulders.

He could hear the giant stomping around.

“Where are you treeling? I can smell you, but I can not see you!

Or are you a craven!? The troll bellowed a mighty laugh.

No man can resist the challenge of cowardice

So Frithgar climbed atop a boulder and drew Steelclaw

“Lo! Here I be, abomination!

I Frithgar, be no coward or craven!

And I shall slay you beast!”

The giant looked at Frithgar

And began to laugh.

He laughed so hard,

He fell to the ground. 

It was then that Frithgar saw his opportunity.

He fell upon the troll with a mighty roar

Steelclaw sang, 

As it bit into the giant’s hide

Howling, Fridjolti the Trol swung wildly

Trying to drive Frithgar into the ground.

Now, giants may be massive,

Towering over humans and gods alike

But they are stupid and brutish

And not very thoughtful 

And most of all… Giants are slow

Frithgar danced away from the giant’s blows

And back among the safety of the boulders.

The troll cursed him and plodded around the yard

Crunching the litter of bones.

The troll yelled in frustration.

Frithgar snuck up the hill,

And stood atop the mouth of the giants cave.

He threw a stone,

And hit the giant in the side of his ogreish head.

The troll spun and shouted.

“Ahh!!! Stealthy this one is!

Light on your feet! 

Yes, this will be a challenge!

But you should not worry treeling!

I will make a meal of you anyways!”

Frithgar called back,

“Oh my mighty foe,

I’m afraid that your desire is for naught!

See, I shall make a terrible meal!”

He chuckled.

There was a roar,

And the giant leapt towards Frithgar

Frithgar fell upon the ogre again.

And leapt into the beasts mouth

And buried his sword in the roof of the giants maw.

Taking care to not slip down the creature’s throat,

Frithgar climbed atop the ogres bulbous nose.

He said, “Hullo!

I warned you, Fridjolti the Dead!

I would be a awful snack!”