Angrboða had started her day like any other. She woke long before first light as she had ever since the passing of her first husband. Upon waking, she made her offering to Hel and to Freya as thanks for allowing her to be present at his hour of death and to give him comfort in his final moments. It was in the midst of completing this offering that a heavy knock fell upon her door three times.

She had no idea who could be calling at her door in this hour. The villagers would often sleep for at least an hour after her own waking. Perhaps someone had taken ill in the night and she was needed to provide remedy or intervention. Quickly, she gathered herself up and went to the door.