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Who is "Frodi"?
There was a Danish king of that name who was famed for his generosity, to whom the rune poem probably refers. However, it's worth mentioning in this context a kenning for gold, "Frodi's meal," which might also be connected.
The kenning comes from a certain story that we now have in the form of the Grottasöngr.
Frodi (Fróði, Frode, Frodhi) was a Scandinavian king. He had a magic mill ("Grotte" = grinder) that could grind out anything the owner wished for--catch being, the millstones were so huge that no man could turn them. Frodi therefore enslaved a couple of female Jotun and roped them to his mill. He had them grinding out gold and treasure (hence Frodi's Meal) allowing them to take a break only for the duration of a certain verse. (I'm sure his decendants must be running a temp agency.)
With this wealth he created a lasting peace in his kingdom. However, the giantesses were understandably miffed by this shabby treatment and sang a kind of curse, the Song of Grotte, grinding out a big old army instead of money. A passing sea-king, King Mysing, duly took over the army and fucked up Frodi (and his peace).
The Jotun chicks were no better off, though, because King Mysing nicked the mill along with the rest of the treasure. He set the giantesses to work once more, this time grinding salt. They asked for a break, but he failed to learn from Frodi's mistakes and had them keep on grinding away. Understandably pissed, they ground hard enough to create a whirlpool that sank all King Mysing's ships.
Overtime, creche facilities, dental. Good for your enslaved Jotun workforce, good for you. |
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