Besides these there were inferior Nornies among the elves and the dwarfs.
_Night_ and _Day_ (Nott and Dagr) were also deified; so was the horse _Rimfaxi_ (frost-mane), which carried night, and the horse _Skinfaxi_ (bright mane), which drew the car of day. Dew is merely foam which falls from the bits of the former horse. Night was the daughter of the great Norvè; and being married to the god Delling (the dawn) the offspring was Day. There is some poetry in the following description from the poetic Edda:
Delling’s son (_day_) forth Drove his horse, Richly beset With shining stones. O’er Manheim (_earth_) gleamed The courser’s mane, Who drew in his car The baffler of Dualin (_day_).
Through earth’s great Gates of the north, Beneath the outer root Of the ancient tree, To rest now glided Giantesses and giants, Ghosts and dwarfs, And dark-alfs.
Heroes arose, Alf-beamer (_sun_) got up: Northwards to Niflheim, Night is flown. On Argiöll (_rainbow_) stood Ulfruna’s son (_Heimdall_), The great horn-sounder Of heaven’s hill.
The deity of winter was the giant _Hrsnelgar_, who dwelt in a cavern towards the dreary pole, and from whose wings comes the bleak north wind. Thus the Vafthrudnis-mal:—
The giant Hrsnelger At Heaven’s extremity Sits under an eagle’s form. From his wings, ’tis said, The cold winds sweep Over all nations.
This is the giant whom Thorkil saw in the cave.[116] In two or three places there is also allusion to a summer god, _Sfosoder_, the sweet, the pleasant; a contrast with Hrsnelgar, the devourer of carrion.
The Valkyrs, the elves, and dwarfs, having been already described, all that now remains is to relate the circumstances which will precede and accompany the destruction of the world. Many of them have a connection with the fate of
On this personage _historically_—if indeed there ever was one of this name and character—we have already dwelt[117]; we have now to consider him _mythologically_.
Balder had fearful dreams, and he believed that something dreadful was impending over him. He consulted his mother Frigga, who, though a prophetess, could not interpret his dreams, or foresee the kind of danger that was at hand. The gods were assembled; and as from ancient oracles they had learned how their fate was linked with his, they were the more anxious for the result. But all was darkness. Odin cut Runes in vain. Thrain and Dain, two dwarfs who excelled all beings in Runic wisdom, could only say that the dream was heavy, and that it portended evil. At this time Iduna was in the power of Thiasse[117], but she must be consulted, for she was a great prophetess. Heimdall, Loke, and Braga went to Jotunheim for that purpose. As she groaned for the joys of Asgard, the gods out of pity had previously sent her a wolf’s skin, by clothing herself in which she forgot the past. Why then should the three Aser proceed on their monstrous horses to her abode? Her only reply was by tears, which, though they proved that she dreaded, also proved that she knew not the cause of that dread. Again were the Aser convoked; and it was then resolved that Frigga should exact from every thing an oath not to injure Balder. But how could destiny be averted? She overlooked the Mistletoe.