Wednesday had been watching the snow fall outside his window for most of the day. Made him... distinctly *not* homesick... *contemplative* about the Northlands. Here in Britain, snow was unusual, and was seen as something not entirely welcome. For him, it brought a feeling of belonging. He basked in it.
Then, just as he was about to indulge in a sauna, he felt a familiar feeling. Jumping to his feet he ran down the hall and out through the large double doors. With a berserker cry, and a bloodshot eye, he threw himself into the snow and began to pepper snowballs at everything that moved.
OK, it wasn't Ragnorok, but as he began to be pelted by other snowballs, he felt the blood course through his veins again in a way that it hadn't since being in America.
"Valhalla, he was coming."*
*Immigrant song- Led Zep