day 1223: odin, master of the ice! III.
with the clarity of hindsight, it should have been unsurprising that instead of fearing the ice, odin would commence forth quickly with conquering the slippery stuff - first, by finding great amusement in slipping and sliding around and occasionally attempting to stand. after the inevitable fall, he would exicitedly exclaim, "mamma! poppi! that didn't hurt at allllllllll!"