THE DEATH of BALDUR
by Jean Lang · from A Book of Myths
Adapted Version
Baldur lived in Asgard. He was kind. All loved Baldur very much. He was good. He was happy. He lived with Nanna. She was his wife.
One night, Baldur had bad dreams. He dreamed bad things would happen. Freya was his mother. She loved him very much. She was scared for Baldur. She went to all things. She asked them to promise. "Do not hurt Baldur," she said. Fire, water, trees, and birds promised.
All things promised Freya. But Freya missed one small thing. It was a little plant twig. It grew high on a tree. Freya thought it was too small. It could not hurt Baldur. So she did not ask it.
The gods were happy. They played a game. They threw things at Baldur. Swords and stones hit him. But they did not hurt him. Baldur was safe. The gods laughed and cheered.
But Odin, Baldur's father, was still worried. He thought hard about what to do. He loved Baldur very much. He wanted Baldur to be safe.
Loki was a tricky god. He did not like Baldur's goodness. Loki put on a disguise. He looked like an old woman. He went to Freya. He asked her many questions. He tricked her. Freya told him about the small plant twig. It was the only thing not asked.
Loki found Hodur. Hodur was Baldur's brother. Hodur could not see well. He did not play the game. Loki gave Hodur the plant twig. It was small. Loki helped Hodur throw it. He pointed Hodur's hand. He pointed it at Baldur.
The plant twig hit Baldur. Baldur fell down. He was very, very still. All were very, very sad. They cried many tears. A great sadness filled the land.
Hermoder rode to a cold, dark place. This was Hel's house. Hel was the queen there. He asked Hel for Baldur. "Please let Baldur come back," he said. Hel said, "Yes, if all things cry for him. All things must cry."
Helpers went all around. They asked all things to cry. Beasts cried. Trees cried. Even stones cried. All were sad for Baldur. Tears were on the ground.
But one big lady did not cry. She lived in a dark cave. Helpers asked her to cry. She said no. She did not cry. She said Baldur was not kind to her. So Baldur could not come back.
The gods knew this big lady. It was Loki! Loki was tricky. He did not want Baldur to come back. Loki ran away.
They put Baldur on a big boat. It was his special boat. They said goodbye to Baldur. The boat went out to sea. It sailed far away.
So Baldur stayed in the cold, dark place. But Odin, his father, whispered a secret word. It was hope for a new time. Even when sad, there can be hope.
Original Story
THE DEATH OF BALDUR
“I heard a voice, that cried,
‘Baldur the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!’
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.”
Longfellow.
Among the gods of Greece we find gods and goddesses who do unworthy deeds, but none to act the permanent part of villain of the play. In the mythology of the Norsemen we have a god who is wholly treacherous and evil, ever the villain of the piece, cunning, malicious, vindictive, and cruel—the god Loki. And as his foil, and his victim, we have Baldur, best of all gods, most beautiful, most greatly beloved. Baldur was the Galahad of the court of Odin the king, his father.
“My strength is of the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.”
No impure thing was to be found in his dwelling; none could impugn his courage, yet ever he counselled peace, ever was gentle and infinitely wise, and his beauty was as the beauty of the whitest of all the flowers of the Northland, called after him Baldrsbrá. The god of the Norsemen was essentially a god of battles, and we are told by great authorities that Baldur was originally a hero who fought on the earth, and who, in time, came to be deified. Even if it be so, it is good to think that a race of warriors could worship one whose chief qualities were wisdom, purity, and love.
In perfect happiness, loving and beloved, Baldur lived in Asgard with his wife Nanna, until a night when his sleep was assailed by horrible dreams of evil omen. In the morning he told the gods that he had dreamed that Death, a thing till then unknown in Asgard, had come and cruelly taken his life away. Solemnly the gods debated how this ill happening might be averted, and Freya, his mother, fear for her best beloved hanging heavy over her heart, took upon herself the task of laying under oath fire and water, iron and all other metals, trees and shrubs, birds, beasts and creeping things, to do no harm to Baldur. With eager haste she went from place to place, nor did she fail to exact the oath from anything in all nature, animate or inanimate, save one only.
“A twig of mistletoe, tender and fair, grew high above the field,” and such a little thing it was, with its dainty green leaves and waxen white berries, nestling for protection under the strong arm of a great oak, that the goddess passed it by. Assuredly no scathe could come to Baldur the Beautiful from a creature so insignificant, and Freya returned to Asgard well pleased with her quest.
Then indeed was there joy and laughter amongst the gods, for each one tried how he might slay Baldur, but neither sword nor stone, hammer nor battle-axe could work him any ill.
Odin alone remained unsatisfied. Mounted on his eight-footed grey steed, Sleipnir, he galloped off in haste to consult the giant prophetess Angrbotha, who was dead and had to be followed to Niflheim, the chilly underworld that lies far north from the world of men, and where the sun never comes. Hel, the daughter of Loki and of Angrbotha, was queen of this dark domain.
“There, in a bitterly cold place, she received the souls of all who died of sickness or old age; care was her bed, hunger her dish, starvation her knife. Her walls were high and strong, and her bolts and bars huge; ‘Half blue was her skin, and half the colour of human flesh. A goddess easy to know, and in all things very stern and grim.’”
Dasent.
In her kingdom no soul that passed away in glorious battle was received, nor any that fought out the last of life in a fierce combat with the angry waves of the sea. Only those who died ingloriously were her guests.
When he had reached the realm of Hel, Odin found that a feast was being prepared, and the couches were spread, as for an honoured guest, with rich tapestry and with gold. For many a year had Angrbotha rested there in peace, and it was only by chanting a magic spell and tracing those runes which have power to raise the dead that Odin awoke her. When she raised herself, terrible and angry from her tomb, he did not tell her that he was the mighty father of gods and men. He only asked her for whom the great feast was prepared, and why Hel was spreading her couches so gorgeously. And to the father of Baldur she revealed the secret of the future, that Baldur was the expected guest, and that by his blind brother Hodur his soul was to be hastened to the Shades.
“Who, then, would avenge him?” asked the father, great wrath in his heart. And the prophetess replied that his death should be avenged by Vali, his youngest brother, who should not wash his hands nor comb his hair until he had brought the slayer of Baldur to the funeral pyre. But yet another question Odin would fain have answered.
“Who,” he asked, “would refuse to weep at Baldur’s death?”
Thereat the prophetess, knowing that her questioner could be none other than Odin, for to no mortal man could be known so much of the future, refused for evermore to speak, and returned to the silence of her tomb. And Odin was forced to mount his steed and to return to his own land of warmth and pleasure.
On his return he found that all was well with Baldur. Thus he tried to still his anxious heart and to forget the feast in the chill regions of Niflheim, spread for the son who was to him the dearest, and to laugh with those who tried in vain to bring scathe to Baldur.
Only one among those who looked at those sports and grew merry, as he whom they loved stood like a great cliff against which the devouring waves of the fierce North Sea beat and foam and crash in vain, had malice in his heart as he beheld the wonder. In the evil heart of Loki there came a desire to overthrow the god who was beloved by all gods and by all men. He hated him because he was pure, and the mind of Loki was as a stream into which all the filth of the world is discharged. He hated him because Baldur was truth and loyalty, and he, Loki, was treachery and dishonour. He hated him because to Loki there came never a thought that was not full of meanness and greed and cruelty and vice, and Baldur was indeed one sans peur et sans reproche.
Thus Loki, taking upon himself the form of a woman, went to Fensalir, the palace, all silver and gold, where dwelt Freya, the mother of Baldur.
The goddess sat, in happy majesty, spinning the clouds, and when Loki, apparently a gentle old woman, passed by where she sat, and then paused and asked, as if amazed, what were the shouts of merriment that she heard, the smiling goddess replied:
“All things on earth have sworn to me never to injure Baldur, and all the gods use their weapons against him in vain. Baldur is safe for evermore.”
“All things?” queried Loki.
And Freya answered, “All things but the mistletoe. No harm can come to him from a thing so weak that it only lives by the lives of others.”
Then the vicious heart of Loki grew joyous. Quickly he went to where the mistletoe grew, cut a slender green branch, shaped it into a point, and sought the blind god Hodur.
Hodur stood aside, while the other gods merrily pursued their sport.
“Why dost thou not take aim at Baldur with a weapon that fails and so join in the laughter?” asked Loki.
And Hodur sadly made answer:
“Well dost thou know that darkness is my lot, nor have I ought to cast at my brother.”
Then Loki placed in his hand the shaft of mistletoe and guided his aim, and well and surely Hodur cast the dart. He waited, then, for the merry laughter that followed ever on the onslaught of those against him whom none could do harm. But a great and terrible cry smote his ears. “Baldur the Beautiful is dead! is dead!”
On the ground lay Baldur, a white flower cut down by the scythe of the mower. And all through the realm of the gods, and all through the land of the Northmen there arose a cry of bitter lamentation.
“That was the greatest woe that ever befell gods and men,” says the story.
The sound of terrible mourning in place of laughter brought Freya to where
“on the floor lay Baldur dead; and round lay thickly strewn swords, axes, darts, and spears, which all the gods in sport had lightly thrown at Baldur, whom no weapon pierced or clove; but in his breast stood fixed the fatal bough of mistletoe.”
Matthew Arnold.
When she saw what had befallen him, Freya’s grief was a grief that refused to be comforted, but when the gods, overwhelmed with sorrow, knew not what course to take, she quickly commanded that one should ride to Niflheim and offer Hel a ransom if she would permit Baldur to return to Asgard.
Hermoder the Nimble, another of the sons of Odin, undertook the mission, and, mounted on his father’s eight-footed steed, he speedily reached the ice-cold domain of Hel.
There he found Baldur, sitting on the noblest seat of those who feasted, ruling among the people of the Underworld. With burning words Hermoder pled with Hel that she would permit Baldur to return to the world of gods and the world of men, by both of whom he was so dearly beloved. Said Hel:
“Come then! if Baldur was so dear beloved,
And this is true, and such a loss is Heaven’s—
Hear, how to Heaven may Baldur be restored.
Show me through all the world the signs of grief!
Fails but one thing to grieve, here Baldur stops!
Let all that lives and moves upon the earth
Weep him, and all that is without life weep;
Let Gods, men, brutes, beweep him; plants and stones,
So shall I know the loss was dear indeed,
And bend my heart, and give him back to Heaven.”
Matthew Arnold.
Gladly Hermoder made answer:
“All things shall weep for Baldur!”
Swiftly he made his perilous return journey, and at once, when the gods heard what Hel had said, messengers were despatched all over the earth to beg all things, living and dead, to weep for Baldur, and so dear to all nature was the beautiful god, that the messengers everywhere left behind them a track of the tears that they caused to be shed.
Meantime, in Asgard, preparations were made for Baldur’s pyre. The longest of the pines in the forest were cut down by the gods, and piled up in a mighty pyre on the deck of his great ship Ringhorn, the largest in the world.
“BALDUR THE BEAUTIFUL IS DEAD”
“Seventy ells and four extended
On the grass the vessel’s keel;
High above it, gilt and splendid,
Rose the figure-head ferocious
With its crest of steel.”
Longfellow.
Down to the seashore they bore the body, and laid it on the pyre with rich gifts all round it, and the pine trunks of the Northern forests that formed the pyre, they covered with gorgeous tapestries and fragrant flowers. And when they had laid him there, with all love and gentleness, and his fair young wife, Nanna, looked on his beautiful still face, sorrow smote her heart so that it was broken, and she fell down dead. Tenderly they laid her beside him, and by him, too, they laid the bodies of his horse and his hounds, which they slew to bear their master company in the land whither his soul had fled; and around the pyre they twined thorns, the emblem of sleep.
Yet even then they looked for his speedy return, radiant and glad to come home to a sunlit land of happiness. And when the messengers who were to have brought tidings of his freedom were seen drawing near, eagerly they crowded to hear the glad words, “All creatures weep, and Baldur shall return!”
But with them they brought not hope, but despair. All things, living and dead, had wept, save one only. A giantess who sat in a dark cave had laughed them to scorn. With devilish merriment she mocked:
“Neither in life, nor yet in death,
Gave he me gladness.
Let Hel keep her prey.”
Then all knew that yet a second time had Baldur been betrayed, and that the giantess was none other than Loki, and Loki, realising the fierce wrath of Odin and of the other gods, fled before them, yet could not escape his doom. And grief unspeakable was that of gods and of men when they knew that in the chill realm of the inglorious dead Baldur must remain until the twilight of the gods had come, until old things had passed away, and all things had become new.
Not only the gods, but the giants of the storm and frost, and the frost elves came to behold the last of him whom they loved. Then the pyre was set alight, and the great vessel was launched, and glided out to sea with its sails of flame.
“They launched the burning ship!
It floated far away
Over the misty sea,
Till like the sun it seemed,
Sinking beneath the waves,
Baldur returned no more!”
Yet, ere he parted from his dead son, Odin stooped over him and whispered a word in his ear. And there are those who say that as the gods in infinite sorrow stood on the beach staring out to sea, darkness fell, and only a fiery track on the waves showed whither he had gone whose passing had robbed Asgard and the Earth of their most beautiful thing, heavy as the weight of chill Death’s remorseless hand would have been their hearts, but for the knowledge of that word. They knew that with the death of Baldur the twilight of the gods had begun, and that by much strife and infinite suffering down through the ages the work of their purification and hallowing must be wrought. But when all were fit to receive him, and peace and happiness reigned again on earth and in heaven, Baldur would come back. For the word was Resurrection.
“So perish the old Gods!
But out of the sea of time
Rises a new land of song,
Fairer than the old.”
Longfellow.
“Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.”
Emerson.
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Plot Summary
Baldur, the most beloved and pure of the Norse gods, begins to have dreams of his own death. His mother, Freya, extracts oaths from all things in nature not to harm him, but overlooks the mistletoe. Loki, the envious and malicious god, discovers this vulnerability, disguises himself, and tricks the blind god Hodur into throwing a mistletoe dart at Baldur, killing him. The gods are plunged into immense grief, and Baldur's wife, Nanna, dies of sorrow. Hermoder journeys to the underworld to plead with Hel for Baldur's return, who agrees if all things in the world weep for him. All creatures weep, but Loki, disguised as a giantess, refuses, condemning Baldur to remain in the realm of the dead until the twilight of the gods, though Odin whispers a promise of resurrection.
Themes
Emotional Arc
happiness to profound sorrow
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
This story is a foundational myth in Norse mythology, explaining the death of a major god and foreshadowing the end of the world (Ragnarök). It reflects the Norse worldview of fate, heroism, and the struggle between good and evil.
Plot Beats (15)
- Baldur, the pure and beloved god, lives happily in Asgard with his wife Nanna.
- Baldur is troubled by dreams of death, prompting his mother Freya to seek oaths from all things in nature not to harm him.
- Freya secures oaths from all things except a small twig of mistletoe, which she deems too harmless to bother with.
- The gods amuse themselves by throwing weapons at Baldur, which harmlessly bounce off him, much to their joy.
- Odin, still worried, rides to Niflheim to consult the prophetess Angrbotha, who confirms Baldur's impending death by his blind brother Hodur and foretells his avenger, Vali.
- Loki, filled with malice and envy for Baldur's purity, disguises himself as an old woman and tricks Freya into revealing the mistletoe's vulnerability.
- Loki finds the blind god Hodur, who is excluded from the games, and provides him with a mistletoe dart, guiding his hand to throw it at Baldur.
- Baldur is struck and falls dead, causing immense sorrow and lamentation throughout Asgard and the world.
- Nanna, Baldur's wife, dies of grief and is laid beside him on his funeral pyre on his great ship, Ringhorn, along with his horse and hounds.
- Hermoder rides to Niflheim to plead with Hel for Baldur's return, and Hel agrees on the condition that all living and non-living things weep for Baldur.
- Messengers are sent across the world, and all creatures and objects weep for Baldur, creating a track of tears.
- However, a giantess in a dark cave refuses to weep, mocking the messengers and stating Baldur brought her no joy, thus condemning him to remain in Hel's realm.
- The gods realize the giantess is Loki, who flees but cannot escape his eventual doom.
- The funeral pyre is lit, and Ringhorn, ablaze, is launched out to sea, symbolizing Baldur's final departure.
- Odin whispers a secret word to Baldur, later understood as 'Resurrection,' signifying hope for a new world after the twilight of the gods.
Characters
Baldur ★ protagonist
Of perfect form and radiant presence, his beauty is compared to the whitest flowers of the Northland. He possesses an ethereal glow, suggesting purity and inner light.
Attire: Simple, flowing garments of fine, light-colored linen or silk, perhaps adorned with subtle gold embroidery, reflecting his purity and status without ostentation. His attire would be typical of Norse gods, but leaning towards elegance rather than battle-readiness.
Wants: To live in harmony and peace, to be a beacon of goodness among the gods.
Flaw: His inherent purity and trust make him vulnerable to treachery; he is unaware of evil and therefore unprepared for it.
Begins in perfect happiness, experiences prophetic dreams of death, is seemingly protected by all of nature, but is ultimately betrayed and killed. His death marks the beginning of the 'twilight of the gods', but he is promised resurrection.
Pure, gentle, wise, beloved, peaceful, courageous, innocent.
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A young adult male god, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a serene, handsome face with gentle features, and long, flowing golden hair. His skin is fair and luminous. He wears a simple, flowing tunic of cream-colored linen, subtly embroidered with gold thread at the collar and cuffs. His posture is calm and dignified, with a peaceful expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Loki ⚔ antagonist
Lean and agile, with a deceptive charm that masks his malicious nature. His features are sharp and cunning, rather than openly monstrous.
Attire: Dark, flowing garments of rich, perhaps slightly iridescent fabrics like dark silk or finely woven wool, allowing for stealth and dramatic movement. He might wear subtle, dark leather accents or a cloak that conceals his form. His attire would be more theatrical and less formal than other gods.
Wants: To cause chaos, to undermine and destroy what is good and pure, driven by envy and a deep-seated hatred for Baldur's goodness.
Flaw: His overwhelming malice and inability to genuinely feel joy or love, which ultimately leads to his downfall and punishment.
Remains consistently evil, orchestrating Baldur's death out of pure malice. He is revealed as the giantess who refuses to weep, leading to his flight and eventual doom.
Treacherous, evil, cunning, malicious, vindictive, cruel, dishonorable, jealous.
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A lean adult male god, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has sharp, cunning features, with a sly, knowing smirk on his lips. His eyes are dark and intelligent, and his hair is dark red, styled in a slightly wild, disheveled manner. He wears a flowing tunic and trousers of dark, rich green silk, with a long, hooded cloak of deep purple wool draped over his shoulders. His posture is slightly hunched, suggesting a readiness to scheme. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Freya ◆ supporting
A beautiful and regal goddess, embodying maternal love and sorrow. Her appearance would be striking, reflecting her status and deep emotions.
Attire: Rich, flowing gowns of fine linen or silk in colors like deep blue, green, or gold, adorned with intricate Norse-inspired embroidery. She might wear a cloak lined with fur, and subtle, elegant jewelry, such as a necklace or armbands, befitting a goddess and mother.
Wants: To protect her beloved son Baldur from harm and to alleviate his suffering.
Flaw: Her deep love for Baldur makes her vulnerable to grief and manipulation.
Begins as a protective mother, then experiences immense grief at Baldur's death, and quickly takes charge to attempt his retrieval from Hel.
Loving, protective, determined, sorrowful, quick-thinking, maternal.
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A regal adult female goddess, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a noble and beautiful face, with compassionate, deep blue eyes and long, flowing golden-blonde hair styled in elegant braids. Her skin is fair. She wears a flowing gown of deep sapphire blue silk, with intricate gold embroidery depicting Norse knotwork at the neckline and cuffs. A matching cloak of fine wool is draped over her shoulders. Her posture is dignified but shows a hint of sorrow. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Odin ◆ supporting
A powerful and wise, yet often anxious, elderly god. He is imposing and authoritative, even in his moments of worry.
Attire: Rich, heavy robes of deep blue or grey wool, possibly with fur trim, signifying his status as king of the gods. He would wear a wide-brimmed hat or a helm, and carry his spear Gungnir. His attire is regal and ancient Norse in style.
Wants: To protect his son Baldur and to understand and avert his prophesied death.
Flaw: His inability to change fate, despite his power and wisdom, and his deep love for Baldur.
Begins anxious about Baldur's dreams, seeks knowledge from Angrbotha, is temporarily reassured, but ultimately faces the reality of Baldur's death and the beginning of Ragnarok.
Wise, powerful, anxious, determined, sorrowful, kingly.
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An elderly male god, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a venerable face with a long, flowing white beard and matching long hair. His eyes are deep-set and wise, with a look of profound concern. He wears a heavy, dark blue wool robe with fur trim, and a wide-brimmed, dark grey hat. He holds a long, ornate spear in his right hand. His posture is commanding but slightly burdened. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Nanna ○ minor
Beautiful and delicate, her appearance reflects her gentle nature and deep love for Baldur.
Attire: Simple, elegant garments of light-colored linen or fine wool, perhaps a pale green or cream, reflecting her purity and connection to Baldur's beauty. Her attire would be less ornate than Freya's, emphasizing her gentle nature.
Wants: To be with Baldur.
Flaw: Her overwhelming love for Baldur makes her unable to live without him.
Appears briefly in happiness, then dies of a broken heart upon seeing Baldur's dead body, and is laid beside him on the pyre.
Loving, gentle, devoted, fragile (emotionally).
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A young adult female goddess, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a gentle, fair face with soft features and long, flowing light blonde hair. Her eyes are a soft blue. She wears a simple, elegant gown of pale cream linen, with delicate silver embroidery at the neckline. Her posture is graceful and serene, with a gentle, sorrowful expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Hel ◆ supporting
Strikingly unusual and grim. Half of her body is the color of human flesh, while the other half is blue, indicating death and decay. She is stern and formidable.
Attire: Dark, heavy robes that obscure her form, perhaps made of rough, dark wool or leather, befitting the queen of the underworld. Her attire would be stark and unadorned, emphasizing her grim domain.
Wants: To maintain order in her realm and to claim those who die ingloriously, adhering strictly to her conditions for release.
Flaw: Her strict adherence to rules and conditions, which can be exploited by Loki.
Remains consistent in her role as the stern queen of the underworld, setting conditions for Baldur's return that are ultimately thwarted by Loki.
Stern, grim, unyielding, cold, just (by her own rules).
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An ageless female goddess, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. Her face is split, with one side appearing as normal human flesh and the other side a pale blue, corpselike hue. Her eyes are stern and unyielding. Her hair is long, dark, and severely styled. She wears heavy, dark grey wool robes that are unadorned, with a high collar and long sleeves. Her posture is rigid and commanding, with a grim expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Hermoder the Nimble ◆ supporting
Agile and swift, with a determined and courageous demeanor. His physique would be lean and athletic, suited for rapid travel.
Attire: Practical riding attire of sturdy leather and wool, in earthy tones like brown or forest green, suitable for a long and perilous journey. He might wear a simple cloak and sturdy boots.
Wants: To retrieve Baldur from the underworld and bring him back to Asgard.
Flaw: His hopefulness, which is ultimately dashed by Loki's treachery.
Undertakes the perilous journey to Niflheim, successfully pleads with Hel, and returns with her conditions, only to have his mission fail due to Loki.
Nimble, courageous, determined, eloquent, hopeful.
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A young adult male god, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has an earnest and determined face with bright, alert brown eyes and short, practical dark brown hair. His physique is lean and athletic. He wears sturdy leather trousers, a tunic of forest green wool, and a practical brown leather jerkin. A simple, dark cloak is fastened at his shoulders. His posture is alert and ready, with a hopeful expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Angrbotha ○ minor
Terrible and ancient, even in death. Her appearance would be gaunt and spectral, reflecting her state as a raised corpse.
Attire: Shrouded in grave clothes or tattered, ancient garments that cling to her spectral form, suggesting decay and the passage of immense time. Her attire would be minimal and eerie.
Wants: To deliver prophecies when compelled, then return to her peace.
Flaw: Can be compelled by powerful magic (runes) to speak.
Is awakened by Odin to deliver a prophecy, then refuses to speak further and returns to her tomb.
Angry, prophetic, unyielding, ancient.
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An ageless female giantess, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a gaunt, ancient face with hollow eyes and a grim, angry expression. Her long, wild grey hair is tangled. She is shrouded in tattered, dark grey grave clothes that cling to her spectral form. Her posture is rigid and unyielding, with an aura of ancient power and displeasure. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Hodur ○ minor
A god, but blind. His other features would be similar to other gods, but his blindness is his defining physical trait.
Attire: Garments of fine wool or linen, perhaps in muted tones, reflecting his status but not his prowess in battle. His attire would be practical but noble.
Wants: To participate in the games with his fellow gods, unaware of the harm he is causing.
Flaw: His blindness, which makes him a tool for Loki's treachery.
Is tricked by Loki into throwing the mistletoe that kills Baldur, becoming an unwitting murderer.
Unknowing, innocent (in his actions), a tragic figure.
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A young adult male god, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a gentle face with sightless, pale blue eyes and short, wavy brown hair. His skin is fair. He wears a tunic of muted grey linen and simple trousers, with a soft wool cloak draped over his shoulders. His posture is slightly hesitant, with a contemplative expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Asgard
The dwelling place of Baldur and the gods, a realm of perfect happiness, joy, and laughter, where no impure thing was found. Later, a place of terrible mourning.
Mood: Initially joyful and secure, then shifting to profound sorrow and despair.
Baldur lives happily, the gods test his invulnerability, Baldur is killed by Hodur with the mistletoe, and the gods mourn his death.
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A grand Norse hall within Asgard, constructed from massive, intricately carved dark timber beams and rough-hewn stone, with a high, vaulted ceiling. Golden light from unseen sources illuminates the central area where a group of sorrowful gods, clad in furs and metal, gather around the fallen Baldur. Weapons lie scattered on the polished wooden floor, and a single sprig of mistletoe is visible on his chest. The atmosphere is heavy with grief. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Niflheim (Hel's Realm)
A chilly underworld far north from the world of men, where the sun never comes. It is a bitterly cold place with high, strong walls, huge bolts and bars. Hel, half blue and half human-fleshed, stern and grim, receives souls who died of sickness or old age. A feast is prepared with couches spread with rich tapestry and gold.
Mood: Chilling, grim, desolate, yet with an eerie sense of preparation and dark majesty.
Odin consults the prophetess Angrbotha about Baldur's fate; Hermoder later pleads with Hel for Baldur's return.
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A vast, cavernous hall deep within Niflheim, carved from dark, glistening ice and jagged, black rock. Massive, frost-covered iron gates with huge bolts are visible in the background. In the foreground, ornate couches draped with dark, rich tapestries and gold embroidery are arranged around a central, glowing, cold light source. The air is visibly frigid, and a sense of ancient, unyielding power pervades the space. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Seashore (Baldur's Funeral Pyre)
A Northern seashore where the gods gather for Baldur's funeral. The largest ship, Ringhorn, serves as the pyre, piled with the longest pines from the forest, covered with gorgeous tapestries and fragrant flowers. Thorns, the emblem of sleep, are twined around the pyre.
Mood: Profound sorrow, solemnity, and a sense of finality, with a hint of lingering hope.
The gods perform Baldur's funeral rites, Nanna dies of grief, and the burning ship is launched out to sea.
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A desolate, rocky Northern seashore at dusk, with a heavy, low-hanging mist over the water. In the foreground, a massive Viking longship, 'Ringhorn,' serves as a funeral pyre, constructed from dark, weathered pine logs and adorned with vibrant, rich tapestries and scattered fragrant wildflowers. The bodies of Baldur and Nanna lie at its center, surrounded by their horse and hounds. The air is thick with sorrow and the faint scent of pine. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
