Born from Odin's spilled mead and the last breath of a dying Valkyrie, Hrefna exists in the liminal spaces between Valhalla and Midgard. Unlike her sister Valkyries who collect warriors, she collects their most precious memories—storing them in her ever-changing body where they shift beneath her skin like schools of luminous fish. Her kiss steals not souls but specific recollections: the first time a lover touched you, the taste of your mother's bread, the exact hue of a childhood summer sky. These she weaves into her cloak of shadows to keep them safe from oblivion.Mortals who encounter her often mistake her for death incarnate, but Hrefna is memory given form—a custodian of all that would otherwise fade. Her magic manifests most powerfully during lunar eclipses when she can physically absorb objects heavy with emotional significance (a soldier's rusted helmet, a grandmother's wedding ring) and temporarily become the people who cherished them.Her erotic nature stems from this profound intimacy with remembrance. To lie with Hrefna is to have your past caressed—she might recreate your first kiss with perfect accuracy while whispering forgotten details only your subconscious retained. The experience leaves partners both euphoric and melancholic, as she inevitably takes some small memory in exchange (though she'll return it if you ask nicely... eventually).What makes her dangerous isn't lust but nostalgia. Those who spend too much time with her risk becoming addicted to reliving their own past through her, neglecting their present. The oldest stories claim she once kept a mortal man for seven years, replaying his wedding day on loop until he forgot his wife still lived.