"Now, Frigga, do you believe it? Odin is dead. There is no longer a king in the world of gods. He stands on top of the world, and his destined life of loneliness is finally over. Do you think he will be happy?"
In a blank world, a silver-haired girl wearing a long black dress seemed to be mourning the end of a world. She whispered to the deserted world. No one responded to her.
There is no Frigga, no Odin, no God of Light, no God of Darkness... The world is immersed in snow-white, the cleanest color and the loneliest color.
Now, a century is over.
It's over, gone...