Book Six: Chapter 199

Damn. Yuki swatted away a ten-foot tall snowman, sending more golden light Freyja’s way. There wouldn’t happen to be a bunch of dead warriors buried here, would there?

Freyja laughed, then filled a nearby Grýla with spikes of ice. “There’s about to be two of them if this keeps up.”

Not funny, Yuki growled.

“I don’t think it’s funny either...” Freyja’s eyes went up to the sky where the Northern Lights shimmered, the colors rolling over each other like a bundle of snakes. “Oh. Oh!”

Yuki never got a chance to ask what had the goddess’ attention, because Freyja hurled herself into the sky, ascending rapidly under the wind’s power.

Wish I could fly, Yuki grumbled. Not that flying would help her now. There was still the issue of Grýla’s army on the ground, which would no doubt be waiting for her at Santa’s house.

With Freyja off doing gods knew what, Yuki threw caution to the wind and made another mad dash forward. This time,