Yngvildr, after having drunk with her new Danish friend to the wellbeing of their kindred, excuses herself:

"It seems that the fire over there needs to be taken care of. I shall be back in a moment…"

Whilst dealing with the sad remnants of the embers and kindling a few new logs, she has time for a little musing. Being finally aware of her surroundings again she notices that Ingvoldr and Widimir sit closely together, absorbed by talking to each other - 'Everybody is having such a good time right now but where on earth is my dear friend Frøydis? I have not seen her for some time now. I would like to introduce Hrothgar to her, I am sure he is a man to her liking….'

Moving back to her place she catches the sight of Ingvoldr who has a very strange expression on her face. And Widimir is nowhere to be seen... What's going on over there?

Suddenly, the entrance door opens…