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He burst out laughing. "You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It's all over your cheeks and nose."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah?" I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. "Well you look like Rudolph.
Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation." Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. "Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.
THOU ART NO THOR!
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
Thor's Morning Wood
Elsa decides that even if people she likes have been shits on earlier occasions, she has to learn to carry on liking them. You'd quickly run out of people if you had to disqualify all those who at some point have been shits.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion!
Harald seemed to be an invisible but ever-present spirit who affected life in the village by his absence.
Hunter, you can't seriously be the Goblin King. You're not even sixteen yet! I had to give you a ride to the store after school in September when we were getting supplies for Homecoming decorations!
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Getting to play with Thor's hammer while he stroked my bow
I name you Elf-friend; and may the stars shine upon the end of your road!
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
Poor, unhappy Erik! Should we pity him? Should we curse him? He asked only to be someone like everyone else. But he was too ugly. . . Why did God make a man as ugly as that?
Some say that he has no understanding of clouds, and that his ear wax tastes like Turkish Delight. All we know is he's called the Stig.
Here lies Dobby, a free elf.
Tormund Thunderfist had better things to do than learn to make papers talk at him.
How clever of you to figure that out,' said a voice at the top of the stairs, and Violet, and Klaus were so surprised they almost dropped the lamp. It was Stephano, or, if you prefer, it was Count Olaf. It was the bad guy.
This particular ogre, who went by the name Skoorn, was (by ogreish standards) exceedingly clever, and he had developed a taste for what ogres call "screech melons.
The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.
Finn whispered, "What has a head, thorax, and abdomen, but stands six feet tall?"
"A snowman?
I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself.
Frigga was the queen of the gods, and she helped her husband, Odin, govern the world. It was her part to look after the children, and help the mothers take care of their families.
Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.
After Haden is gone, I pick up the list of things I know about him and add 'sometimes talks like Thor'.
There was a clown in the stormdrain.
Look at this. A barstool, named Sven? Some old Swedish custom, the winter kicks in, weather gets harsh, after a while you find yourself relating to the furniture in ways you didn't expect?
(Odin and Loki are) like the Jay and Silent Bob of Norse myth.
Cease your weeping!" he said. "It is I, Loki, here to rescue you!"
Idunn glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "It is you who are the source of my troubles." she said.
"Well, perhaps. But that was so long ago. That was yesterday's Loki. Today's Loki is here to save you and take you home.
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
One of the great advantages of the study of old Norse or Icelandic literature is the insight given by it into the origin of world-wide superstitions. Norse tradition is transparent as glacier ice, and its origin is as unmistakable.
He is warrior, he is poet, he is mad. He is Odin, the Wanderer.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
Do yourself a favor,' I said. "Forget it. Forget you ever saw me."
"Forget that you tried to kill me too?"
"Yeah. That, too."
"But who are you?"
"Percy-" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!"
"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"
I bolted for the exit.
It is said that my art has some typically Nordic features: the curving lines, the convolutions, the magical masks and staring eyes that appear in myths and folk art. This may be. My interest in the dynamics of Jugend style probably also comes into it.
Erik the Red left Norway for frontier Iceland 'on account of some killings' and after a while he had to leave Iceland on account of some more killings; he needed a fresh start after his first fresh start.
Prince,' said Puck's voice, drawing me out of my dark thoughts, back to the present. 'Prince. Oy, ice-boy!
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Nonsense. It's elves!
Who knew an elf queen could be so vicious!
Who the fuck's Herodotus?" Asked the Iceman.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
( ... ) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.
Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf, said the creature.
Since moving to Valhalla, I'd learned an impressive number of Old Norse cusswords. Meinfretr translated as something like stinkfart, which was, naturally, the worse kind of fart
Grimm?"
"Um?"
"I hate you."
"I know, lass. You told me that last night. It seems all our little 'discussions' end on those words. Try to be a bit more creative, will you?
Lars watches Pretty Little Liars.
Oh my god, I just made out with Legolas!' Again, I'm not going to name that actor, as I wish to respect his privacy
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
Oh ... My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
MaleKith! I'm Loki of Jotunheim!
Everybody likes the ice cream man.
Ducks! Embrace me as your king!
So Loki
(the god of being a needless prick all the time)
Gandalf, dwarves and Mr. Baggins! We are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit - may the hair on his toes never fall out!
What is this place? Hogwarts? -- Alex Rider
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug," he said, aloud, as he went to bed, "she is lost. But I shall save her."
He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark. Thrice over, he shouted:
"Humbug! ... Humbug! ... Humbug!
O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
With all my might, I heave the axe into the ice, just inches from Kristoff's head. Oops.
Elves are cool, man.
O that I were a mockery king of snow
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
To melt myself away in water drops!
Oh my God, is it a bear?"
Ian's yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
"It's not a bear, Ian," Rowe yelled. "It's just Snow. Gettin' some.
What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite.
Just be careful what you say. Don't upset him."
"You mean the Grumpus guy?"
"It's Krampus.
Time after time he[Count Olaf] had come very close to succeeding, and time after time the Baudelaire orphans had revealed his plan, and time after time he had escaped-and all Mr. Poe had ever done was cough.
I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!
So what's with the crown?" Daphne asked.
Puck's eyes grew wide. "I'm the Prince of Fairies. Emperor of Pixies, Brownies, Hobgoblins, Elves and Gnomes. King of Tricksters and Prank-Players, spiritual leader to juvenile delinquents, layabouts and bad apples.
Against his will, Magnus found a smile curving his lips as he rummaged around for his big blue coffee cup that said BETTER THAN GANDALF across the front in sparkly letters. He was besotted; he was officially revolted by himself.
Q: Which one of Santa's reindeer is the cleanest? A: Comet!
If he is so evil, why are we standing here watching him?" Sabrina said.
"Cause I'm trying to get up the courage to go over and asking for an autograph," Puck said.
Nick."
"Yeah?"
"Come to bed. It's too cold to sleep on the floor."
There was a pause. "You sure?"
"Yep"
"Thanks." Nick said.
"Oh, sure. It's nothing. Couldn't let you freeze, not with Jesus watching.
Bump stood in the middle of the room, wrapped in a heavy fur coat, with a black silk top hatcovering his fuzzy head and unnecessary sunglasses hiding his pale face. He looked like the Abominable Snowpimp.
Who is this repulsive dwarf?
I liked Hans Christian Andersen because the tales were so dark and tragic.
Don't call me Lord Snow."
The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. "Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you'll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can't hurt you with it anymore.
Peter, High King of Narnia," said Aslan. "Shut the Door.
A damn independent boy; independent as a hog on ice.
Mr. Claus
c/o North Pole
Dear Joe...
I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say. He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day.
Hobbie: "Have I told you today how much I really, really hate you?"
Janson: "Oh, sure, your lips say 'I hate you' but your eyes say - "
Hobbie: "That someday I'll murder you in your sleep?
These Norsemen are excellent persons in the main, with good sense, steadiness, wise speech, and prompt action. But they have a singular turn for homicide; their chief end of man is to murder or to be murdered;
Cunningly, Odin tricks fools into war, a pleasure to him.
Oh Hilda, what a treasure of sweet faith and pure imagination you hide under that little straw hat!
In the earliest times, which were so susceptible to vague speculation and the inevitable ordering of the universe, there can have existed no division between the poetic and the prosaic. Everything must have been tinged with magic. Thor was not the god of thunder; he was the thunder and the god.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
I wanted to hit him hard now.
I wanted to hit him in the dark of the night's ending, hit him in the thunder of Thor's providential storm, hit him under the lash of Thor's lightning, strike him in the wind and the rain of the gods. I would bring him chaos.
DEDICATION For Halle. The coolest Mudblood I know. Consider this your Hogwarts letter.
THE KING IN THE NORTH!
Worry not, ice-boy. I already have a plan." I flashed him my best impish smile, rubbing my hands together. "One brilliant Goodfellow prank, coming right up." -puck
fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations. Yet
Odin wishes to intercede.' - X/Odin
Olafur Eliasson is also one of the most visionary artists I've ever met. He is from Denmark and Iceland, and his focus is nothing less than the entire universe.