Lately at Garderik she put in force a strange resolve;
With fragments of sharp ice, which should not on the tongue dissolve,
She fill’d her lungs; with these she sought the ambient air to freeze,
But Niord the mischief soon dispell’d with flower-scented breeze.
At length they peace conclude: nine days was Niord to wear the crown,
Healthy and free the north remain, subject to Niord alone:
Skada the three succeeding days might march with flag unfurl’d:
Thus with alternate change do Good and Evil rule the world.
Ere Niord to Skada was allied, the north was far more mild;
Often with fire from Muspelheim the northern air he fill’d: