This was Utgard — the Farthest North. We knew it by reputation, although as far as we knew, even Odin had never actually been there. For six months in the year, we’d heard, the sun never clipped the horizon; everything was frozen, and Northlights danced across the dark-blue winter sky. The summer was brief — barely three months — but during that time, Chaos reigned: The sun never set; monsters roamed; the vegetation grew rampant; and, according to the legends, anything was possible.
