Frost

Fimbul Frost It was cold in the valley domestic animals were snug in barns even hardy sheep and goats came indoors. Clear sky and freezing, the moisture in the air turned into diamond dust flittering in the breeze looking like pulverized rainbows or snow crystals dipped in jolly paint suitable for a Christmas do at the local bordello. The frost was deadly for wild animals, whose burrows and lairs were penetrated by pre-historic frigidity, pale blood, and the utter insipidness of the exhausted. A flock of wild boars pushed open the hayloft door and found refuge, as did elk, deer, wolves, hares and their cousin the rabbit. Two tramps also have found sanctuary here happily asleep in the miasma of animal scent. When they awoke animals were getting restless, the frost was gone and they reverted back to form. Noah´s ark had landed and the animals hasted down the ramp to the freedom of the open . The tramp too fled to avoid being blamed of the chaos on the hay loft.