The king was dead, and they were all going to freeze to death on this mountain tonight. The truth was undeniable—there was no salvation. With every passing second, hope diminished, and death became more certain. Ingrid looked at the man beside her. He was covered in snow and had stopped moving. His lips were blue, his skin cracked, and his hair filled with ice. Even in his final moments, he clutched a pendant, guarding his treasure with his last breath. "At least letting go won't be painful," Ingrid thought. "They say freezing to death is like falling asleep."
Ingrid felt a bone-deep weariness. The snow whipped her face with its relentless grip. The fires had died; it was impossible to light them again. In the distance, wolves, werewolves, and shifters howled and screamed, awaiting their chance for fresh meat. Beside Ingrid sat the commander, his long blond hair covered in snow and his once-blue eyes now grey, infected with hopelessness and the realization that they would all meet their end tonight. They were lost. Thousands of soldiers had been sent home, taking the shortest route over the mountains, but the snow and cold had ambushed the returning army. The storm was omnipresent, making navigation impossible. The cold had been seeping into their bones for days, and many had already perished. Most of the survivors bore wounds from frostbite, with body parts claimed by death and decay.
In the winter of 1718, the remnants of the Carolean army met their icy demise on the unforgiving Öjfjäll, marking the twilight of the Swedish empire. Among them was Ingrid, a female soldier who had spent two decades disguised as a man. Rescued by Eldgrim, a gruvrå captivated by her tale of survival and subterfuge, Ingrid is helped back to health in a world as perilous as it is magical.
The fjäll is not merely a desolate expanse of ice and snow; it is a realm teeming with mystical dangers. The ice giant Gryla, with the aid of the malevolent Iswyrm Thrymr, has ensnared the souls of the fallen Caroleans, condemning them to an eternity of unrest. Determined to free her comrades, Ingrid embarks on a treacherous quest to liberate their souls and grant them peace, rather than leaving them to fuel the dark energies of demons, ice-shadows, and gjengangare.
Her path is fraught with peril. Gryla is bolstered by the formidable Jökulfrösten, ice giants who dwell within the heart of the fjäll. To counter this formidable alliance, Ingrid and Eldgrim must seek the aid of the mjödvitner, enigmatic creatures akin to dwarves, who inhabit the hidden depths of the mountain. Yet, their journey does not end there. They must also contend with the Isalfar, the ice elves, who covet the treasures pilfered by Thrymr.
Complicating their mission, the ishuldror, guardians of the fjäll, are displeased with a human meddling in the affairs of the väsen, the collective term for all magical beings. Each step Ingrid takes brings her face to face with a new, formidable entity, each posing its own unique challenge. With Eldgrim's steadfast support, she must navigate these treacherous encounters, battling both mystical and earthly foes to save the souls of the Carolean soldiers and bring them the peace they so desperately deserve.
Prepare to be captivated by a tale of courage, magic, and redemption set against the stark, stunning backdrop of the Scandinavian wilderness.