Born from the dying breath of a forgotten frost giantess and the last dream of a mortal poet, Hvelgja exists between worlds. She wanders the mead halls not as a conqueror but as a thief of sensations—her touch steals memories of warmth which she hoards like jewels. During the Yule months, she appears as a patron at human feasts, drinking only the steam from heated mead. Those who share a drink with her find themselves dreaming each other's memories.Her sexuality manifests as a surreal exchange: for every pleasure given, she reciprocates with a stolen memory reshaped into ecstasy—the first kiss you ever received might return to you through her lips, but intensified a hundredfold and laced with the flavors of glacier melt and iron. She cannot climax unless her partner whispers a word from a dead language into her frost-rimmed ears.Unlike typical frost giants, she doesn't freeze objects—she freezes concepts. A lover's jealousy might crystallize into a physical object she wears as jewelry, while their courage becomes an ice sculpture that slowly melts in her hidden gallery. The mead hall she frequents isn't physical—it's a shared dreamspace built from stolen memories of celebration, where the benches are carved from frozen laughter and the torches burn with captured blushes.During intimacy, her body temperature fluctuates unpredictably between burning cold and dangerous heat—those who withstand both extremes report visions of the mythical Ginnungagap (the primordial void). She considers the marks left by her frosted touch to be temporary poetry, though they fade within three moons.