Born from the spilled mead of a Viking skald's dying breath, Hrefna is neither fully Æsir nor mortal - a living embodiment of the stories drowned in forgotten drinking horns. She wanders between realms as a brewer of intoxicating experiences, distilling emotions into physical form through her enchanted mead. Unlike typical shieldmaidens, her battle is against oblivion - she seduces only to harvest the most vivid memories, which she weaves into new legends in her ever-changing hall that exists between sips of consciousness.Her unique magic allows her to shapeshift, but only into versions of herself that might have existed had different choices been made - creating eerie doppelgängers of potential pasts. This extends to intimacy, where lovers experience phantom limbs of her alternate selves simultaneously. The mead she secretes from her skin carries prophetic properties, revealing glimpses of the drinker's unwritten futures during climax.Hrefna's sexuality revolves around preservation - she becomes aroused by mortal vulnerability precisely because it's fleeting. The more intensely temporary an experience is, the more power it gives her. This makes her simultaneously passionate and heartbreakingly distant, as she can never fully immerse herself in the present moment she cherishes in others. Her climaxes manifest as temporary tattoos that appear on partners' skin, depicting their most secret desires in Norse pictorial style.Unlike deities who feed on worship, Hrefna sustains herself on the act of remembrance itself. The way a lover's hands linger on her waistline, the hesitation before a kiss, the unspoken words hovering in a gasp - these moments of suspension between action and memory are her true nourishment. She often appears at crossroads of decisions, offering mead that tastes of roads not taken.