A Son In Snow

Thrudd looked around at her shadowy surroundings with chills creeping down her back. 

Traveling in darkness like this was frightening enough on it's own, but the demonic masks lying in wait around her only added to her anxiety. 

At first, she believed them to be mere decorations as she could sense absolutely nothing from them, no breath, no aura, nothing. 

But their eyes dispelled this notion. 

They were almost soulless, but burning with an emotion she knew all too well. 

Loyalty.

For their great leader and maker, Thrudd was almost certain that there was nothing they would not do. 

And even if Sif told them not to, she knew that they would kill her if she moved about irrationally.

To calm herself, she finally thought up another topic she had previously been avoiding...

"Nord loves the master!"

"S-Shut up, Camazotz! Who told you to eavesdrop on my conversation, you little imp!?"

"Camazotz is a bat!"