Deep asleep I am awakened suddenly by a thousand tiny needles of ice piercing my dreams. Crystal seeds of chaos are falling from above, seeds that burn blue with frigid fire. With a scream of joy I rise, stretching out my hands in childlike glee to catch the frosty embers as they fall. I am Gullveig, the thrice-burned and I shall burn no more! I was the first witch and I shall be the last! I hear the battle call and I answer in the blood-curdling voice of the Mother of All War. I hear the wolf howling to break his chains and I snarl my own freedom song. With a rumble and a crash, I dance like wildfire across the sky, searching out the one who loathes me most.