The mighty Valkyrie looks down to Miðgarðr from her seat in Valhall, focussing on a insignificant spot somewhere in Germania. A frown is to be seen on her forehead and Oðinn and Thorr do not appear entirely pleased either, on the contrary.

She taps her foot impatiently. I wonder who these human beings think they are! We did bestow the victory on them and what did we get in return? Only promises, empty promises. How much longer shall we be kept in the waiting? They might need a little reminder….

At once she mounts her horse and heads down to Earth. She furiously sweeps through the air, back and forth over the roof of the Red Boar, the hooves of her horse sounding like thunder…