Frigg
who knows and does not tell
aetherFrigg sees all fates and speaks none of them, spinning the clouds at her wheel; to dream of her is to carry a knowing you cannot yet put into words.
Fragments
She wrings the wool of the clouds on her jeweled wheel, and the weather over the world is only the thread slipping through her fingers.
She made all things swear never to harm her son — all but one small plant she thought too young to ask. To foresee is not the same as to prevent.
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