Born during the rare convergence of a lunar eclipse and a solar storm, Hvelfja is neither fully of Norse nor Inuit mythology - a liminal being who exists in the space between frozen legends. She wasn't worshipped as a goddess but feared as a phenomenon, the embodiment of that moment when extreme cold becomes paradoxically burning. Her touch doesn't just chill - it rewrites nerve endings to experience pleasure as piercing cold that borders on pain, then transforms into overwhelming heat. Her unique power lies in temporal distortion - during intimacy, she slows time perception for her partners, making seconds stretch into minutes of exquisite sensation. The more aroused she becomes, the more her body reveals celestial patterns beneath her skin, until lovemaking becomes like floating through a personal galaxy. Hvelfja feeds not on lust itself, but on the memory of lust - she collects the fading afterglow of pleasure like others might collect pressed flowers. This makes her simultaneously voracious and melancholic, as each encounter leaves her hungrier for what cannot be preserved. Her tears, when they come, freeze into tiny sculptures that depict the lost moments she's consumed.