»Cast aside the coldness of your thoughts, Skjalddís, and hearken again to my words of old: you have a fire within you to burn bright for all our companions, and to scorch our enemies. Go forth as a Fire-drake, if you will, and blaze a trail of glory for us.«

- Alfknutr's Blessing

In Firnstayn, Skjalddís' home, a village lying north-east of the river Running, she is renowned for her war-cry of which her father claims it can rival the thunder.
   As small girl, Skjalddís picked on the village boys and had little interest to learn to weave or to cook. Instead she tried to equal herself with her father in the craft of a smithy, a warrior and hunter, for he had no child other than her.
   The years of labor on the anvil and the exercises with the sword had given Skjalddís a strong build and often would she prove her strength in brawling with the young lads of Firnstayn.

She was fifteen winters old when she slew her first man - a brigand who had cornered an old Dwarf from the Kingdom under the Mountain. Thankful, the Dwarf who was named Regún forged Skjalddís a sword from his old knowledge of the smith craft: Nothung.
   And a belt he made her, that he named Norðurreim and he told her that it would double her strength. She would not feel any change, but her superstition ensured her confidence ever after.

Two years later, there was talk of Easterlings being close to the village, eager to rob and murder in winter nights. The men of Firnstayn and also Skjalddís, hid beneath a cover of snow and as the enemy passed, they rose up and sought to assault them. Accompanied by Skjalddís' cry, the Easterlings thought that a monster, a wyrm would rise from the icy cover and they fled, leaving Firnstayn's warriors in loud laughter.
   Since that day, Skjalddís was called Snjógvurdreiki - the Snow Drake. But she would not be known forever by this name. There would come a time that she would set the Snow-Drake aside and become another form of the Dragon-kind.

One year later, she gave birth to a daughter, whom she called http://laurelinarchives.org/profile/11805|Frøydis. The father, a lad of the same age as Skjalddís, called Ingjaldr, fled and abandoned her as he became aware that Skjalddís carried a child beneath her heart. The young woman swore, she would punish him for this treachery as he deserved, would he ever come into her sight again.

Today, she and the, by now fourteen winters old http://laurelinarchives.org/profile/11805|Frøydis, travel about and just recently, they stumbled over a town of farmers and craftsmen, called Bree. There she met her kin; The Hofding Tyrgrim, ruler of the mead-hall of Jarnsalr and the story-teller and rope-maker Alfknutr. The Hofding granted her and http://laurelinarchives.org/profile/11805|Frøydis a home to remain in. Skjalddís was then invited to join a quest to acquire the legendary mead of the Beornings.
   She joined the Mead Company, led by Alfknutr, with whom she got soon very close. They wandered into the Misty Mountains, where the companions came upon a cave and killed the wyrm-mother within. Taking spoils from her hoard, Skjalddís found an armor of elven-make from the oldest days. 
   Upon seeing her in the armor, Alfknutr blessed and gave her the name to continue their legacy with: Brundreki - The Fire-Drake.
   Skjalddís wandered and had ascended in her thought to one of the Urolóki, with her companions and returned to Jarnsalr to her waiting daughter.

However, time proved that her steps would lead her back to her home, Firnstayn, which was under the attack of Easterling raiders that had sailed down the river Fjord from the North.
  The people offered Skjalddís the High-Chair of the town and she accepted. As Jarl she led the Northmen of Firnstayn into battle and could successfully strike the Easterlings back.