ODIN Behold!
[He watches with the look of wistfulness as Freyja and Baldur, springing to the brink of the crater, gaze down upon Fenris.]
FREYJA Ah me!
BALDUR Fenris, my brother!
FREYJA O pain! Why dost thou look upon me so?
FENRIS Fair art, Freyja; shalt Fenris fear not?
FREYJA What wouldst thou?
FENRIS Lithe thy limbs are; lief am to lie with thee.
FREYJA Are these snows thy dwelling-place? No flowers grow here. Take these.
[Freyja lets fall some of her flowers into the crater.]