| Alone in the night, Frijo is crying; |
| she has been left by her husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter. |
| Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; |
| their play in the green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields of flowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from the elven choirs. |
| Running waters make them dream, lakes where they bathed, riverfalls and marvellous clouds in the sky. |
| They were happy, they had their Golden Age. |
| Now, all she has left are her Golden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness to what once was - to what is lost forever; |
| until a New World is born, after Ragnarok. |
| In the meantime, give our dear Frijo some warm thoughts, to help her through the cold nights. |