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Welcome to Get Sleepy, where we listen, we relax.
And we get sleepy.
I'm your host, Thomas.
It really does mean so much to have your company and to be able to help you get a good night's rest.
As someone who's always struggled with my sleep, it's very personal to me.
And it still fills me with pride and contentment to know that I can at least turn those personal challenges into a positive and help all of you sleep better with this show.
Hopefully you sense the compassion and care that we pour into our episodes and you know that we've got your back.
So again, thank you all so much for your listenership and support.
I'm delighted to take you on another journey into Norse mythology tonight with our fourth installment from this wonderful series, which was all written by Frankie.
Norse mythology is filled with impressive feats of cunning and strength, heroes and warriors.
But tonight, we embark on a love story.
Centuries before Romeo ever laid eyes on Juliet, Freya saw Gertrude.
Before we begin, let's get into the right headspace to hear a love story.
We want to wrap the world of sleep around us like a blanket and fall back into the bed of our dreams.
Give the gift of sleep to your hard-working body.
Allow it to come to stillness.
There may be a few minutes of adjusting and maneuvering. before your body feels ready to settle.
Help it along by taking deep, steady breaths.
This sends signals to the rest of your body that it's time to relax and wind down.
Allow your limbs to feel heavy on the bed.
As your body settles into rest, you may also calm your mind.
Thoughts from the day might linger, hoping for your attention, but as each one surfaces, Gently turn your focus back to your breath.
Pay attention to the rhythm of your body and the sensations of your breath as you relax and sleep.
And now conjure in your mind the great hall of the gods in Asgard and, in its center, the dazzling throne of Odin.
This is where our story begins.
Odin's throne is called Hvizgov, and it sits upon a raised dais.
Though the throne only appears to be a few steps up from the floor, those who sit upon it can see beyond the bounds of Asgard and far away.
Odin made the throne using magic as a tool to help him achieve his ultimate aim of knowledge.
It is large enough for him and his wife, the goddess Prigg.
They are usually also joined on the throne by Odin's two ravens, Huyin and Munin.
But at this time, it is someone else who approaches the great carved throne.
Lately, the young god Freya has been beset by dreams and strange feelings.
He is one of the Vanir, a race of beings similar to the other gods of Asgard, but not one of the kin.
He usually resides in his own home world, Alfheim, the land of the lighthouse.
There, he presides over the most beautiful race in all the nine worlds.
He lives among any number of elf maidens, each more beautiful than the last.
And yet, Freya has never felt the sting of love.
But now, something has drawn him out of his home. and to this empty hall.
While the other gods are away on their private doings, Freya comes to the throne looking for answers.
From this seat, he will be able to search every corner of each known world, every branch and leaf of the great tree of life for the source of his unrest.
Freya pauses before the throne admiring the carvings.
It is said that the throne is carved from a piece of the world tree itself.
Every part of life is represented in the detailed carvings.
All creatures and plants make an appearance somewhere on the throne.
Freya climbs up the few steps of the dais and sits on the throne.
Instead of the other end of the hall, Freya sees across many places at once.
It takes him several moments to get used to this new power.
His view jumps from world to world.
There is Thor heaving his hammer.
There is Loki smiling slyly at someone.
There is Odin in his disguise as a wandering old man.
As Freya continues to look.
He sees many great and amazing things, yet none seem out of the ordinary.
None seem to have any effect, one way or another, on the feeling that has been growing in his heart.
His eye moves to the world of the giants.
There, the glaciers and ice fields seem to stretch on forever.
He sees a bright light nestled in the cleft of a mountain.
A handsome, brightly lit fortress sits there.
The gentle amber light spilling from the windows seems to warm Freya, even from this distance.
In the crystal world of ice, This house seems to be a tranquil abode.
On one of the upper floors, doors swing open and spill more of the warm light onto a balcony.
Out of the door steps a woman of the Jötunn, the giants.
Giants.
They are by name, but most are the same size as the gods and the other races of the nine worlds.
This woman is unlike any Freya has ever seen before.
Her hair is the color of mahogany and falls in rippling, chaotic waves.
In the warm light of her home, she seems to be wreathed in gold.
Freya knows immediately that this is the source of his discontent, for Freya is in love with her the moment he sees her.
Although there is no possible way she can see him from where she stands, she appears to turn her face in his direction and peer into his soul.
Freya closes his eyes, his heart beating desperately, and stumbles off the dais.
Over the following weeks, everyone seems to notice the change in Freya's behavior.
His twin sister Freya, fields so many questions about him that she starts greeting everyone who approaches her with the phrase I don't know what's wrong with him.
He has taken to moping around, saying little more than a couple of words to any other person and gazing despondently at the landscape.
His sister often goes to visit him at his home, trying in vain to coax the issue from him.
But he simply sighs and tells her that she wouldn't understand.
After weeks of this, Njurth, Freya and Freya's father, visits his son.
Njurth waits in Freya's large hall for his son to attend him.
He finds only Skrinir, Freya's messenger.
The two men spend a few hours discussing Freya's change in behavior.
Finally, Skrinir promises that he will get to the bottom of the issue and report back.
After Njoth leaves, the messenger brings a drink to his master.
Freya is sitting in his room, gazing sullenly out of the window. when Skrinje enters.
It takes nearly an hour of cajoling and consoling before Freya finally reveals that he is in love with Girth and that he fears he will never be able to be with her.
Her father is very powerful and wealthy.
There is nothing that Freya could offer her in the way of gifts that would entice her.
She has been heard to say that she would never fall in love with one of the Vanir.
Scynir, moved by his master's pain, offers to help woo her on his behalf.
Freyr is so overjoyed by the prospect that he starts offering Scynir anything and everything he can think of as a reward.
Skidnir rejects them all, telling Freya that he should be thinking of gifts for the woman he wants to woo, not his messenger.
Finally, Freya lands on the perfect sign of his gratitude.
He offers Skinnir his powerful and magical sword.
The sword is so great that it can fight any enemy on its own.
Skinir accepts this one great gift, recognizing that even by offering it to him, Freyr is doing him a great honor.
They spend the rest of the evening collecting gifts for Gerth.
The next day, Skenir goes to Gerth's lovely fortress in order to meet with her.
He is welcomed inside by her servants, and cannot help but admire the place.
The hall is impressive and beautiful.
Everyone who works here seems to be cheerful and content.
When Skinnir is finally ushered into Gath's, She seems to radiate a calm, confidence and inner peace, and he finds himself tripping over his words as she gazes at him.
Gareth listens politely to the messenger's tale. of Freya's misery.
When Skinnir finishes speaking, Gareth very kindly tells him that, while she sympathizes with Freya and his longing, she does not know him and cannot promise herself to such a being.
She also reiterates that she doesn't expect to fall in love with one of the Vanir because of the centuries of disputes between her people and his.
Skinir reminds her that those times have passed, and offers her the first gift.
He produces eleven golden apples which he presents to her, letting her know that, no matter what her decision, they are hers to keep.
These golden apples are an impressive gift, and Gerth cannot hide her amazement.
It is well known that the goddess Idunn is the keeper of the golden apples of youth.
She allows the gods of Asgard to take a bite of an apple at regular intervals, which keeps them youthful.
Eleven of such precious apples, just for Gareth, is an incredibly special gift.
Gareth stares at the golden fruit before turning to Skenir.
She asks him if his master will only love her as long as she remains beautiful and if that is the purpose of this gift.
Skynir stumbles over his words, to assure her that this is not the case.
But Garth simply shakes her head and returns the gift, remarking that if Freya truly loves her, it has nothing to do with her beauty.
Wanting to move the conversation along, Skenir brings out Draipnir, the famed magic ring of Odin.
Gerth wonders how much pleading, begging, and bargaining Freya had to do in order to get this ring.
It was made by two dwarf brothers for Odin himself.
Every ninth night, the golden ring multiplies itself and produces eight more rings.
It is the gift of infinite wealth. where the apples were that of near-infinite youth.
Again, Gareth stares at the rings.
She remarks to Skenia that she does not want or need this wealth.
Her father's fortress, where she lives, is enough for her.
And if Freya really loved her, he would do so even if she had nothing.
Skenir is certain that he will fail his master Gareth, seems no more inclined to meet with Freya than when the messenger first arrived.
If anything, she seems less likely to consider Freya now.
Skiinir mentally prepares himself, for the journey home and the conversation with Freya.
He will most certainly have to give back his marvelous sword.
Skenia says as much to Gareth, hoping to soften her heart. with the depth of Freya's feelings.
Girth appears unmoved.
He turns to go, but then Girth stops him.
She tells him that she needs more time to consider father and sends him back with a message for Freya.
Back in Ulfheim, Freya waits for the arrival of his messenger with bated breath.
He has no idea what Gareth's answer will be.
He worries that his gifts won't be truly great enough for her.
The usually composed God is, for the first time in his life, unsettled. and anxious.
When Ski-Nir finally arrives, it takes everything in Freya's power not to grab his loyal messenger and shake the answer from him.
Heart beating reveals the message that Gerth gave him for Freya.
The gifts that Freya sent did not impress her.
She would have rejected him outright if Skenir had not revealed the mighty gift that he had received from Freya for his errand.
That act of selfless kindness to give away such a powerful and magical item for nothing more than delivering a message spoke more of Freya's love than either of his gifts for her.
So she decides to return the apples and the ring to him, but invites him to meet her in the forested grove of Bari in nine days.
Freya does not breathe during the entirety of the message.
Only when Skynir falls into silence does the god draw breath.
He takes a few quiet moments to process her message.
The gifts had not worked, but something had.
Seeing his master deep in contemplation tells him what Garth had said about the gifts when they were offered.
Freya nods.
Clearly, the woman he loves is not one to be persuaded or bought. by empty gestures.
Freya is unsure how to prepare for this meeting.
Skynir points out that Freya has nine nights to prepare, and so he doesn't need to worry at the moment.
Instead of calming Freya, this merely draws out his anguish.
He is unsure he could wait even one night before seeing her again.
But now, he must wait nine.
Freya spends the following days pacing around his hall, refusing to see anyone and attempting to create poetry.
Where at first he bemoaned the length of time between getting his message and going to meet Gareth for the first time, suddenly he is starting to dread it.
All his attempts at poetry seem to fall flat. not truly representing the depth of his feelings.
Finally, the day arrives, and Freya sets out for the grove of Bari.
Bari is an island covered with a thick forest of pine trees.
The dark emerald trees carpet nearly every inch of the land.
Freya arrives under the eaves of the trees. and breathes in the fresh scent of pine.
The ground is blanketed with russet-red fallen pine needles.
They crackle under his feet as he walks.
Boulders and rocks are covered in the emerald green of spongy moss, but the scenery is mostly taken up by the trunks of pine trees.
It is easy to get lost in this forest. but it's a feeling that Freya embraces.
The trees are a calming presence, finally offering a slight balm to the sting of love he has felt since the moment he first laid eyes on Gareth.
There, between the trees, he catches sight of her once again.
She sits on a large boulder, her dark hair and green dress perfectly matching the scenery of the forest.
She seems at home here amongst the pine trees.
As Freya approaches, his mind becomes perfectly clear, as if the scent of the trees and the presence of this woman have removed all the fog and uncertainty.
Freya opens his mouth to speak, certain that whatever comes out will be the right thing to say.
He apologizes for the gifts he sent to woo her.
He should have known that one such as her would require more to turn her head than magical gifts.
He reiterates the story of how he first saw her, but goes into more detail about the weeks leading up to the event.
He was tormented by pine-scented dreams and the unsettling feeling that he was missing.
As these feelings increased, he was drawn to the throne of Odin.
He knew he had to search.
Fate brought his eyes to her blessed visage.
Freya pauses for a moment, looking at Gareth.
Then he continues, stating that fate can only take him this far.
Now it is up to her.
He doesn't take their union as guaranteed.
But if she were to pick him, he would spend every moment of his life assuring her complete happiness.
He wants to bury the long dead feud. between his people and hers in their love.
Whatever comes, whether it be age or diminishing capacity, he will never want her to be anything other than what she is.
Gareth listens silently to his words, unwilling to reveal that she feels something changing within her.
She can feel it fluttering in her chest, the very seedling of love that wants to dig its roots deep in her soul and grow.
She listens with growing awareness that they have been fated together, but more than that, she wants to accept him.
When he grows silent, she merely smiles, letting her answer be known with more than just words.
The Norse gods know how to throw a spectacular Held in the Great Hall of Odin in Asgard.
The event is attended by representatives of every race.
The gods themselves are seated around the high table during the feasting.
Light elves from Freya's homeworld come.
They seem to shine from within, bathing the entire hall in their beauty.
Other members of Freya and Freya's family, the Vanir, attend as well.
Similarly, there are a fair number of the Yotun in attendance.
They drink and eat merrily with their new in-laws, old grievances forgotten.
There are even a few of the Dwarves, also known as the Dark Elves.
They bring many incredible and delightful gifts for the couple.
At the center of all the merriment and joy sit Freya and Gareth.
Nothing in the huge hall shines as brightly as their love.
Freya makes a speech as the happy bridegroom.
He remarks that giving up a sword, even one as magical as his own, was a small price to pay for such happiness.
And yet his happiness would not have come to fruition had it not been for the actions of his loyal messenger, Skenir.
Freya calls for a toast to Skenir.
A thousand voices echo his in calling Skenir's name.
The wedding feast goes on for three days and nights.
Many poems are composed and recited.
Many words of praise and thanks are given too.
Despite the happiness of the event, Gerth and her new husband are relieved to retire back to their own hall at last.
They live there in contentment, with the scent of pine always wafting through the house on a soft breeze.
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