Shipping up to Boston

Barbara strummed her bass along the banks of the Charles River, facing rhe frozen sheets of ice as they slid along the current into the bay. It was crisp, cold, and snow decorated the grounds of Harvard and Boston, but to the valkyrie it did not affect. Snowflakes fell on her instrument as she strummed a soft tune, one of old as words left her lips in song.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
and surely I'll be mine!"
She gradually rose her voice in song as she kept pace, laughing by the end of the song, panting to catch her breath and flexing her fingers to stretch them. This was common for her, that despite the arguements that Ida and Lady made, Barbs would go off on her own every few days or so, explore the worlds but now, around the new year, she loved nothing else but Boston.

Dana had not expected to hear someone play bass guitar in the middle of a freezing Boston blizzard. Much less a song in an old Celtic language. Her brow furrowed under her hat and on a whim, she decided to check it out. After all, it could be a homeless person. Outside, in this icy wind? She'd make sure to give him/her whatever mortal money she had in her coat pockets, maybe even try to get them a hotel room. It was a miracle they'd survived that long in the snow.
However, as she approached the figure, doubt crept into her mind. This didn't look like a homeless person at all. First off, there was no cup to gather money. The individual had clean clothes, actually pretty fashionable ones if your aesthetic is "punk biker from the 70s". The curtain of snowflakes made it difficult to make out much more, but the closer Dana approached the more she was sure that this person was everything but homeless. She was going to simply carry on with her walk, but then the person started a new song. In Old Norse.
Dana stopped dead in her tracks. Who was this?
She whipped around and went back the steps she'd taken. Was this some form of enchantress? A monster maybe, or some other undead? But no, as soon as she was in front of her, she recognized one of the Valkyries she usually saw at meal times. Tall, blonde, mid to late twenties.
"Nice voice," Dana commented. She opened her ski jacket just enough to show her Hotel Valhalla hoodie underneath. "How are you not freezing to death?"

Barbara let the music in her mind seize control of her body as her hands danced along the strings, her voice let loose into the wind as she sang, not realizing that someone had been coming closer until the other voice broke the cutting blizzard, causing Barbara to end her song prematurely, focusing on the other figure and recognizing the unique design of the Hotel Valhalla hoodie. Another Valkyrie! Barbara offered a smile as she let her bass set around her torso by its leather strap, the snow starting to collect on it.
"Thank you!" She responded to the compliment, looking at the other young woman, recognizing her from somewhere in the hotel. "It isnt that cold, not yet at least." She responded to the question, looking up to the skies and checking the clouds before looking back.
"Barbs" She added, extending her bare hand, her skin strangely warm in the cold boston air.

Dana shook her hand. "You really aren't cold, huh. Child of Thor?" Children of the thunder god were rarely bothered by low temperatures, even in extreme weather, something she'd ever only seen in Ethan. When your father was the winter god Ullr, it seemed normal to be able to hang out in snow and blizzard. "I'm Dana - daughter of Tyr. So, why are you playing here out of all places? I thought the hotel had music facilities."

Barbs noticed the strength in Dana’s grip as they shook hands before she drew her hand back to rest upon the neck of her base. “Boston has some of the most breathtaking views of the water on this coast” She replied, looking back out across the bay to the skyscrapers of the city, the airport on the water, the small islands and forts that used to defend the coast before looking back at the other Valkyrie. “My bass tends to enjoy the open more anyways, more natural feeling. Its like bagpipes you know? They aren’t meant for the inside, they’re meant for rolling hills and large battlefields-same is here with my bass” She explained, smiling as she strummed the opening notes to a song.

"Acoustics. Huh." Dana looked out over the cityscape, her face numb from the snow storm. Her lute wouldn't last long out here and neither would her fingers. Being the daughter of the sky god may help with altitudes but not blizzards. "Well, I'm gonna leave you to it. Enjoy the moment," she quietly smiled and started walking again. A few feet ahead, she made out a vague silhouette in the storm, walking slowly towards her. Could it be another Hotel guest? What were the odds? She pulled her scarf a bit tighter around her face and carried on, the sounds of Barbs' guitar already fading behind her. She was going to acknowledge the silhouette with a nod when something struck her. The limbs were too long. The knees seemed to poke out from underneath the skin. She squinted, then jumped into the air just in time. If she hadn't flown away right there, the creature's claws would be in her throat.

A wight! Here, in Boston?
She had to warn Barbara.

"Watch out!" she shouted in the wind, but she was hurled around by the gusts so much that it was a struggle staying airborne. A particularly strong blast sent her crashing into a bench and she howled in pain. Stars danced in front of her eyes. Her shoulder crunched. She got back up as quickly as she could, mouthing a bunch of old insults in medieval French before running towards Barbara. "Oi!" she screamed, waving her arms as the blizzard strengthened around them. "There is a draugr! An undead! Get out of here!" She spat out bits of scarf and hair, fumbling in her pockets for her runes. Another vague form emerged from the snowy backdrop, moving towards them with old hunger in its eyes.

Dana struck a runic stance, palms outwards. "Kenaz!" she shouted, a burst of flames whooshing towards the draugr.

Barbs had nodded her head, wishing her fellow Valkyrie with a safe journey back to the hotel. Watching her disappear back into the blizzard her hands returned to the metal strings of her guitar, strumming it with love and passion as she opened her lips to sing once more, but stopped when she heard something in the wind, a warning of sorts. Her hand wrapped around the neck of the instrument, silencing it entirely as she heard now clearly, the warning of the undead approaching.
From above she saw as Dana landed, a blast of flame soon coming from her hands towards a figure before them. Run? She thought before smiling and shaking her head, swinging her bass over her shoulder and feeling electricity run over her form.
“I do not run!” She shouted in a cry of battle, the instrument no longer that but a sledgehammer, its oaken shaft ending in a heavy metal weight, one end blunt while the other focused into a point. Fully formed, her hammer comfortable in her hands, she charged forth towards the undead. One foot in front of the other she planted them into the ground, using the momentum to swing her weapons in an arc, colliding with all the force she could muster into the draugr opposing both herself and Dana.