A tale of Snodin, God of Conflict Resolution
Fire and Frost giants have been at odds for eons. Constant conflict permeates their cosmic struggle, with only brief periods of resolution. To put an end to this perpetual unrest, Odin sends one of his lesser known, frostier sons to arbitrate their dispute. Thor and Baldur are known to many, but so few have heard tales of the great and wintry Snodin.
It is a great disgrace that so much of snow culture has been lost. Eddas and temples have been erased and razed, to make room for much more popular, MARVELous gods. With flashy hammers and shapeshifting tricksters, who has time for the icy tales of winter’s champion?
The sagas of snodin are rare but not forgotten. Some still hear them sung in wintry mountain passes, in love’s first kiss, in the down feathers of an eagle, and in the waning moon’s rise. Even in the murmurs of the frozen section in the grocery store.
Snodin the reasonable, he was called. A wise, just, and fair leader. For too long he has gone unnamed, unsung, unknown. Now we must remedy this, allowing a new generation of acsnowlytes to find dispute resolution at Snodin’s throne.
Perhaps the greatest myth of this frigid god is how he ended the conflict between the giants of frost and flame. In the end, Snodin was a champion of the people, a defender of the realms of men. He understood that if either race of giants in the cosmic struggle were to win, then the climate of Meadgard would destroy those that worshipped his glacial highness. He also understood that the humans had many conflicts, many disputes, many rivalries, all without resolution in sight. Snodin, in his infinite and rimy wisdom, envisioned a way to appease both giants and men.
Rather than the ruthless sacrifices of yesteryear, why not let the humans fight each other while gods and giants kick back and chill? So, Snodin called for a warrior caucus. One human warrior representative from each special interest group will battle for their transient, mortal causes. While they clashed to decide the fate of their people, the giants would watch from high atop the Great World Tree, distracted from their unceasing struggles.
And thus, the Viking Democracy was born. So it is written, so snote it be.