Ingrid Målmann

Valkyrie, Chooser of the Slain

Around AD 1000, Ingrid appears to be your typical young Völva, a seer and prophet who goes about the Norse lands from town to town practicing the magical art of Seidr (”to bind”) and acting as spiritual leader and healer to those groups she visits.
On her travels Ingrid meets a young man and falls in love. He asks her to marry him. Before she can answer, she must tell her suitor an unbelievable secret. She would tell no one else on this world but him.
She was known to her two sisters as Lachesis. Each of them pilots her own magnificent ship. Her older sister Atropos visited this land decades ago and discovered an horrible injustice being wrought. Fighting that injustice cost her her life, and Lachesis was now determined to pick up where her sister left off.
Lachesis' ship now floats in the sky over the world, she tells him. It can be seen as an out-of-place star at night.
Målmann knows that there is no law in this land saying that a man cannot marry a woman who he is certain is insane, deluded, crazy ape-bonkers, and stark raving mad. He loves her all the more, saddened that she is delusional, but happy if she will have him.
Despite those strange circumstances, she agrees to be his wife.

Just a little bit of time passes

Another person has disappeared from their snowy town. This time witnesses say a huge white-furred ape or man or polar bear dragged off the aged victim. Ingrid insists on interviewing the witnesses and viewing the scene of the crime herself. She shows a sense of foreboding.
Målmann and his men at arms offer to track the beast to its lair and stop the killings. Ingrid insists that he give her a chance. He of course eventually agrees.
Prior, Målmann had found two youths who had no interest in women nor raising families of their own. He bought/adopted these two otherwise respectable and hard working young men as servants for his wife, servants he could trust to have no desire to harm nor defile his wife.
When the beast's lair seems close, she prepares a mixture and applies it to the skin of her two servants like war paint.
They fight like the berserkers of legend.
One claims he could neither feel nor see his own blood spurting from his injuries, only glory streaming.
Målmann knew then that his wife drew on a power he could not otherwise explain. Could there be something true in her fantastic claims?