Imagine a dense Nordic forest in the depths of winter, where tall pines and firs, a Viking warrior woman with braided hair, war paint on her face, feathers in her long blonde braid, staring ahead, and three black wolves following her, are covered in a blanket of fresh snow. The air is cold and still, with only the occasional whisper of the wind rustling the white-coated branches. Rays of sunlight gently filter throug…
