Þrym is pacing from right to left with a worried and anxious look on his face. His þralls are moving things from one side of the stage, looking confused and afraid.

Þrym speaks:
Benches and boards bring in and hurry
Scrub and scour them till they shine
Make ready the mead hall with mighty food
Fréo must find no fault with me!

Horns have I of hallowed gold
Bracers and bangles of beautiful cræft
One would say I want for naught
Fair Fréo will make my hall all whole

Loca and Þúnor enter from the opposite side of the stage in their dresses. Þúnor is wearing the bridal veil, while Loca's face remains exposed.

Þrym speaks:
Ale and oxe, eight salmon have I
A feast for all I do deem
Eat and drink my bride to be
There's food enough for forty men!

Þúnor immediately takes to the food like a rabid dog, while Þrym stands dumbfounded.

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Loca speaks:
Long and alone we fared to Þrym
Fair Fréo's heart with love was full
Famished was she for your embrace
And thirsty for Þrym's mighty kiss

Þrym leans in to Fréo and tries to steal a kiss. He then jumps back in horror scared for his life.

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Þrym speaks:
Flames I found under the veil
Eyes so full of anger and spite!
Why in the worlds is Fréo mad?
A finer groom she can not find!

Loca speaks:
Nights all eight awake she's been
Aroused was she and eager for thee
A journey long is an awful thing
An Eoten groom is a thing most grand!

Þrym seems reassured by these words and offer's Þúnor a seat. He then summons his servants forward

Þrym speaks:
Bring in the hammer and bless my bride
Lay the load upon her lap
Wær we ask to ward us both
No god or ghost has seen a grander pair!

The servants bring in the hammer and place it in Þúnor's lap. Þrym then goes to kiss Þúnor, lifts the veil, and finds a devilish smile and beard waiting for him. Þúnor then proceeds to clobber the eotens.

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