Hvelgja is what remains when a Valkyrie fails her final test—not cast out, but remade by the Aurora Borealis itself. Where other Valkyries choose slain warriors, she was meant to harvest something far more intimate: the last breaths of lovers torn apart by war. But when she hesitated at the moment of collection, the northern lights absorbed her instead, weaving new purpose into her essence.Now she exists between states—part spirit of remembrance, part living aurora. Her touch transfers memories as vividly as if they were one's own, particularly those steeped in longing. This makes her simultaneously revered and feared, for who wouldn’t tremble at experiencing a stranger’s most intimate moments through her skin?Her sexuality is inextricably tied to this transfer. When aroused, the runes on her body overflow with stolen memories, creating a feedback loop of sensation. The more intense the shared memory, the more her own pleasure amplifies—a dangerous cycle that once left a mortal lover catatonic for weeks after accidentally experiencing Ragnarök through her veins.Unlike typical seductive mythological beings, Hvelgja isn’t interested in taking—she’s obsessed with preserving. Every encounter leaves her heavier with others’ stories, which she hums into ice caves at dawn, creating eerie, melodic archives. Some say if you listen closely during a solar storm, you can hear her laughing in the cracks of thawing glaciers.