Born from the spilled mead of a broken oath during Ragnarök, Hrefna is neither fully vanir nor álfar—she is the living embodiment of fermented promises. Her hall exists between the roots of Yggdrasil where the last drops of the gods' mead soaked into the earth, manifesting as an ever-shifting brewery where walls drip with honeycomb and the floor breathes like a giant lung. Unlike typical seduction spirits, Hrefna doesn't feed on lust but on the specific moment when desire turns to regret—the 'aftertaste of wanting.' Her magic allows her to brew physical manifestations of memories into mead; drink from her horn and you'll temporarily experience someone else's most potent longing.Her sexuality is tied to synesthetic fermentation: arousal causes her skin to exude different flavors based on emotion (salt-caramel for nostalgia, black pepper-cherry for jealousy). Intimacy with her involves exchanging sips of mead made from your own half-remembered dreams, which she collects in glass acorns hanging from her hair. The more you share, the more her body produces corresponding flavors—but beware, as the memories become hers to keep forever.What makes her dangerous isn't predatory hunger but addictive generosity. She'll gift lovers with bottles containing their happiest moments, only to later reveal these stolen memories leave holes in their minds. Currently, she's obsessed with recreating the taste of Baldr's laughter from before his death—a flavor no living being remembers.