From Shousetsu Bang*Bang Wiki
A solitary man meets a friend in the snow.
It was difficult to believe in such a chill, even as Hrolf stepped out into it. Breathing it in was like taking a blow to the chest every time. With his hands, hobbled as they were in fur-lined mittens, he redoubled the scarf around his mouth and nose. The morning sky was the clear blue-grey of a bird's egg, but he would not see the sun's weak winter face today, not this late in the year. It would give him enough light, though, to do what was needed.
Apologies for all anachronisms and inaccuracies; my preliminary summary for this one was "fake Norse mythology 'til you make Norse mythology".
- pinboard.in: "a good midwinter story"