I lit a small fire to keep warm and I looked at my child, her small form still covered in blankets. She had opened her eyes, it made me scared. How and when did she open them? What happened? But what scared me, even more, was how her eyes glimmered light blue in the dark, how they looked almost lifeless upon gazing at them. I held her close and kissed her forehead. ‘Do not worry, my child, I will take care of you until the cold takes away my last breath.’ I whispered to her, holding her tightly so she would feel warm. Heldebjorge, the daughter of Helde and Bjorgon, is carrying a curse and a blessing from the sleeping god. What will become of her in the future? Will she become the writer of her own fate?