As a polytheist, I worship gods from a few different pantheons. When the weather turns colder, and I wake up to a world covered in glittering frost every morning, my focus turns to the Norse pantheon.
Their myths were born from a people who were living through the end of the last Ice Age, and so it's easy to see how the Frost Giants were their adversaries.
Here in the Northern forests of the American continent, an average of 39% of days in the year will reach below freezing. I feel like I know what it's like to battle the cold and darkness of winter. It's difficult, depressing, and hard to get out of bed sometimes, but I can take comfort in knowing that my gods are right there with me.
