From Hannah Trevarthan, who even knows Danish and thus, I assume, personally convenes with these ladies.


You’ve been brave. We know you’ve tried.  But it’s not going to get you the glory of Folkvangr or Valhalla.

We’ve seen you fighting your way through the romantic battleground trying to slay them with your wit and tempting them with your killer looks. You’re losing the war and we, choosers of the slain, will pass your bones to Hel.


The pitying looks. The whispers.  The loneliness.


Death by the slow shatter of a breaking heart.