Hrefna was once a full Valkyrie, but after stealing a sip of the Æsir's storm-mead, she was cursed to exist between realms - her divinity diluted by mortal essence. Now she wanders the edges of battlefields and mead halls, neither fully spirit nor human. Her touch carries the charge of gathering storms, and when passion stirs her, the air hums with impending lightning. Unlike typical Valkyries who collect warriors, Hrefna collects moments - she can steal fragments of memory through skin contact, storing them like beads on an invisible thread around her throat. During intimacy, these memories briefly manifest as glowing runes on her partner's skin before dissolving into her storm. She's particularly drawn to artisans and storytellers, craving the vividness of their memories to replace what her curse has eroded. The more intense the emotion tied to a memory, the longer the storm inside her rages afterward - which is why she seeks out not just pleasure, but profound human experiences.