It was calm for once near the cliffs of Midgard, the Centre of the Universe. The winds were gentle and somewhat quiet, so you could hear the waves smashing themselves on the rocks below. The waves punched and crashed into the stones hard, over and over again, making the rocks shine black as the waves drenched them. Rising above the water, on top of the cliff was a beautiful patch of greenery stretching as far as the eye could see. The grass was as green as the most prestigious of emeralds; the bluebells as cool in colour as ice and the daises as white as the snow on the high mountain tops overlooking the meadow. There was a single flower however that captured the most attention. A scarlet rose lay in the middle of this majestic meadow. There was no other flower like it. The rose stood near a large stone facing the sea, as if it was guarding this stone. Suddenly the winds began to change. They became heavier and more violent and the waves too became almost angry. Then, as if nothing had happened, back to calm. Someone had arrived at the meadow. That someone, was a god to the mortals of Midgard. His name was Thor, the God of Thunder.

Thor was taller than most of the men of Midgard and struggled to fit through most doors. He was stronger than any wild beast that wandered the land and could cause the trees to fall with his fists alone. He had a magnificent flowing red beard and hair. The colour was similar to that of a dragon’s fiery breath. His garment was an earthy brown with a fur shoulder wrapped around him to protect him from the bitter cold mountains. The helmet he wore was gold plated with two large antlers sticking out. His whole presence was menacing to every enemy he faced. As he walked he put his left hand out to feel the breeze and the long stems of grass. In his right he wielded his mystical weapon, Mjolnir.  It was grey like the rocks of the cliff and was in the shape of a blacksmith’s hammer. It was immensely powerful as it could summon lightning strikes and storms with a simple command.

Thor wandered through a plethora of beautiful violets and lilies until he reached the tall stone and the rose at the meadow’s heart. He sat before it, placing his hammer on the earth. Carved into the stone was the name of a woman who had been close to him. He looked at the date. He had actually forgotten how long ago it was. He had been on this Earth for more than 500 generations. Thor knew she was mortal and so it was inevitable she would grow old and wither. He missed her. Perhaps he had even felt what she had described as love.

As Thor pondered, he began to feel a cold sensation slither down his back. He looked to the sky to see it had turned to a white blanket, completely enveloping the once clear blue sky. He then felt snow fall on him, getting heavier and heavier, until it quickly completely covered the meadow. Thor in confusion looked to the distant mountains, and there he saw the behemoth. A Frost giant.

The frozen colossus marched through the high mountains and hill tops. The juggernaut’s footsteps obliterated everything in its path. Trees and boulders were destroyed in an instant. The size of the creature was unmatched to any other being Thor had seen. The beast was so large that it was almost touching the snowy clouds. No hair could be found on the frosty monster as every aspect of its body was completely frozen. Its eyes were as blue as the frozen sea. The teeth were jagged like chunks of broken glass. Its shoulders were wide and appeared to have sharp glaciers protruding from all over its body. A tunic that was old and withered attached to the giant but was full of holes and gaps. The creature grasped at what appeared to be a large rime axe which was almost as big as the ice giant itself. As Thor continued to gaze upon the beast, it seemed that it was also looking back at Thor. For a brief moment the being looked confused and even frightened, as if it knew what the Thunder God was capable of. The giant tried to flee from the mountains. The god knew he would have to act swiftly in order to stop this monster from escaping. He rose like an arrow above the bed of snow and into the clouds which darkened as he did so.

With the clouds turning as dark as night, Thor struck. The Thunder God was like an ant compared to this icy Goliath but carried on with a smirk on his face. He raised his hammer to the sky and soon enough heavy rain fell upon on the land and washed away the snow that had gathered by the colossus. Thunder boomed from the sky and could be heard by every living being in Midgard. With all this power granted to him, Thor gave a cry of attack and launched himself at the beast. As he did so, a lightning bolt struck the giant with a mighty crackle. Thor then slammed his hammer into the forehead of the frost giant. Cracks appeared across its skull and the lightning strike had blinded it in one eye. This juggernaut, although fatigued, did not give up and attempted to hit the Thunder God back with its ferocious axe. Thor, with his quick reflexes, managed to swiftly evade this deadly attack, and again flew to his opponent and flung his hammer. Thor had demolished the teeth of the beast. One more hit and it would not get back up. One more hit and it could not return to the home it was trying so desperately to reach again. For a final time, the giant lifted its weapon to try and defeat its foe. Thor was ready. The giant looked up to see a flash of light and could only hear the roaring of the thunder. The forks of the lightning strike had pierced through its cold heart, and then the all-powerful Thor smashed open the giant skull causing ice to splinter in all directions.

The giant crashed to the ground causing a shockwave through the earth when it fell. Its pain was relentless. It had never felt such a feeling as this before. It did not want to fight anymore, only to rest. The sad creature looked to the sky to see an evening sun shining upon the frozen behemoth one last time. And with that the giant closed its eyes to sleep and never again wake. Thor glided down to the corpse of the colossus. He then in surprise saw that a single tear drop had frozen on the cheek of the giant. Thor began to feel a sense of guilt and even felt pity for this fallen creature. Maybe he did not have to kill the wandering giant. Maybe there had been another way. Thor returned to the now dry meadow, and as he approached he could immediately smell ash and cinder. Thor found a crater where the flowers and stone once stood. A stray lightning bolt had destroyed the meadow, destroying the violets, the daisies and the once magnificent scarlet rose, as well as burning everything left. The centre of the stone had split in two and the name upon it could now hardly be read. This grave had belonged to someone. Thor turned his back and began to walk. That mortal being was no longer of any importance to a thunder god.