In the morning there was a heavy frost upon the gateways. There was a chill in the air. For Thrym, the frost giant, had crept in upon them. He had crept even to the hall in which the mighty Thor was sleeping. He had crept close beside the mighty god—and the magic hammer was gone.
THOR AND LOKE ON THE JOURNEY AFTER THE HAMMER.
XII.
THE FINDING OF THE HAMMER.
“My hammer! My hammer!” thundered Thor, awaking and finding it gone.
The gods in all Asgard awoke with a start.