Robert Calvert The Making Of Midgard
There had always been the unearthly dark of fathomless absence until, from the south, came Muspellsheim's inferno of flaring yellow flames. And then, from the North, came Niflheim where legions of freezing shadows lurked. The abyss was crystalled by the Northern frost that breath from the burning south made melt and from this fusion there was made the towering troll: immense Ymir. From whose slain body's blood the sword of Odin caused the oceans. And from whose carcass he claimed the Earth. Man-trod Midgard was all his flesh. From the bulk of the bones were the moountains made and from his tangled hair: the trees. His hollowed skull was hauled to form the vaulted sky where the Gods assembled constellations; in their cauldron Alchemized the sun. To runic wands of task it turned until, at last, the first veined-blade of grass had grown.
