Worng's Story pt. 1
(I put all the previous pixie stuff in one poost over at the Cave, as well.)

Worng emerged from his Faery Circle on a barren, snowswept island. There were mountains and glaciers everywhere. And it was cold- so cold that Worng's feelings of guilt and despair were overshadowed by the more immediate thought of survival. He had to figure out where he was, exactly. He found a sign half-buried in the snow that said that the nearby mountain was Breidablik Peak.
Worng's heartsunk even further. Breidablik was the name of Baldr's castle back in Asgard. Surely it was no coincidence that he had landed here of all places. It was obviously a message from the god of light who must still be mad about that little mistletoe prank worng played on him. All Worng wanted was to steal a kiss from Baldr's beautiful wife Nanna- how was he to know that mistletoe was the only thing Baldr was vulnerable to and that it was prophesied that he would die from it one day?
Worng's practical jokes were getting into the unwelcome habit of coming back to haunt him. Worng had once been haunted by such a bad infestation of Duendes (refugees from Mexico) that he had been forced to move out of his house. Well, no more. Baldr was not about to get the best of him. Nor King Krindr. Time to leave.
Taking to the air, Worng started scanning the sea for a ship or something. Soon he found a medium-sized icefloe, so he flew out to it and landed- only a valkyrie or maybe Thor could have flown all the way to the mainland from wherever he was.
A very large polar bear curiously poked his head up from a nearby seal-hole and decided to come over and investigate. Worng was glad for the company. "So where's this icefloe headed, Sir Bear?" he asked.
The polar bear didn't reply, which Worng thought kind of rude, but he was an uninvited guest after all. Undaunted, Worng continued. "Well, I hope we hit the mainland soon- I have to find my friends Frettnir and Yggir. We've been banished here, and it's sort of my fault. Except, I have no idea how I am ever going to find two lonely pixies who could be anywhere in the world. Do you have any ideas?"
The bear made a sort of grunty snort sound.
"Me neither. I'm really worried about Yggir- she's so naive sometimes. Frettnir can handle himself I'm sure, but Yggir- I just dunno. I should never have gotten her into this."
The bear seemed to decide that Worng was uninteresting as both a conversationalist and as a meal so he wandered back to the seal hole to wait for something more exciting. As it happened, just then a selkie appeared.