"Women stay above the ground. Men stay below the ground. That's the rule. That's the way of life in Valhalla." Three generations after an apocalypse, set in Chicago in a modern ice age, communist monarchy is the way of living in Valhalla. And below the land of ice and ice cold women are the Vikes, the men of Folkvángr. The Royals rule the city, the Valkyries protect and serve it and the Vikes rot for its productivity. 3892 dreams that have never seen the Sun depend upon three of those Vikes. And the kingdom is ruled by a resilient Queen, her younger sister and the Chief of the Valkyries. Ousting the matriarchy is the only way. Ragnarök is the only way. || **Not a fanfiction.
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