On the snowy plains of the north are legends told of the Vytnir. They are elves of the ice and cold which a wanderer might catch sight of while alone on the tundra. They wander the cold plains without speaking, journeying on mysterious pilgrimages.
An inner caste of the Himnir, they are said to have skin and hair as pure as snow and eyes clear as ice. They travel without packing and have naught but clothes thin as silk and cloaks to warm themselves. They never sleep and leave no footprints.
Their beauty is renowned to be divine; truly a gift from the gods.