(also known as: Jøkull)
King of Kvenland
Kari ‘Wind’ “King of Kvenland” FORNJOTSSON (189 – 240)
Snaer (Svaer) ‘King of Kvenland’ JOKULSSON (275 – 340)
Frosti is believed to have lived between: 240 AD – 274 AD
He was a Mythological King in Norse tradition, a son of Kari ‘Wind’ “King of Kvenland” FORNJOTSSON (189 – 240) and father to Snaer (Svaer) ‘King of Kvenland’ JOKULSSON (275 – 340).
He is often skipped in Nordic Genealogies and very little has been written about the Mythology that surrounds him. He is only ever mentioned as the son of Kari and father of Snaer.
Jack Frost is often considered as originating from Viking folklore. very often Jack and Jokul Frosti, meaning “Icicle Frost”, are sometimes considered one of the same.
Jokul was a nymph-like creature who dusted the earth with frost and coated our windows with frosty patterns during the night. He was the personification of the Ice and cold that arrived with every winter and bit our hands, ears and noses with his icy bite.
Jack Frost may be depicted as a playful sprite with unoffending good intentions, but Jokul on the other hand is considered a more sombre figure – one that was feared and respected. Scandinavian mythology speaks of a frost giant that brought not only bitter cold but the black doom of winter that symbolised the end of the world.
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night,
And he said, ‘Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I’ll take my way.
I will not go like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
Who make so much bustle and noise in vain,
But I’ll be as busy as they!’
Then he went to the mountain, and powdered its crest,
He climbed up the trees, and their boughs he dressed
With diamonds and pearls, and over the breast
Of the quivering lake he spread
A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The downward point of many a spear
That he hung on its margin, far and near,
Where a rock could rear its head.
He went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,
By the light of the moon were seen
Most beautiful things. There were flowers and trees,
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees,
There were cities, thrones, temples, and towers, and these
All pictured in silver sheen!
But he did one thing that was hardly fair, –
He peeped in the cupboard, and, finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare, –
‘Now, just to set them a-thinking,
I’ll bite this basket of fruit,’ said he;
‘This costly pitcher I’ll burst in three,
And the glass of water they’ve left for me
Shall ‘tchick!’ to tell them I’m drinking.’
|Stephen Robert Kuta|