Another sip of the drink.

"Three years of winter on Midgard. The mortals don't take it well. People die."

"Skoll and Hati catch and devour the sun and moon." Storm blue eyes flicker over to the windows. "And the stars go out."

".... I can't recall if Jormungand rises first or Fenrir gets loose. Um, but its a general attack of giants, dead and monsters towards Asgard?" She motions with her drink.

"And everyone goes out and fights, and everyone dies."