Helga, Hedwig and Ingrid were summoned to Valhalla. They crossed the rainbow bridge entering Odin’s great hall. Two ravens, Hugin and Munin, perched upon Odin’s shoulders, as he addressed the warrior virgins.
“My table is lacking the best of warriors. There’s a battle brewing below and I command you. Bring back the bravest of the dead. I would have company and fellowship.”
So these three Valkyrior, “Choosers of the Slain” rode forth in their strange flickering armor, which flashed over the northern skies, and created the Aurora Borealis.
Ingrid the youngest saw a warrior so beautiful, she would save him. His armor was knocked off in battle and she grew lustful. She became an iridescent mist and carried him far from harm. Changing back, she threw herself at his feet, kissing them.
Being a man he grabbed her and took her maidenhood, leaving blood on the earth.
The raven Hugin passing overhead, saw all and croaked into Odin’s ear their pleasures.
Odin, thundering anger, ordered them to Valhalla, though the warrior still breathed. Ingrid clung to him, tearful, begging Odin’s mercy.
Seeing her devotion, he allowed them life and gave immortality to the warrior. They gave him many grandchildren.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
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