Script and Character Moodboards

On Monday, I completed the first version of my narrative script for my short film. Following this I have made character moodboards to start thumbnailing and storyboarding.

The following script combines the writings from The Prose Edda (Snorri Sturluson), Poetic Edda (Henry Adams Bellows, 1936) and The Elder or Poetic Edda; Sæmund’s Edda. Plus some edits from me to make it make more sense.

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Of old was the age | when Ymir lived;

Sea nor cool waves | nor sand there were;

Earth had not been, | nor heaven above,

But a yawning gap, | and grass nowhere.

Then the first frost giant fell, his body placed in the middle where there was only darkness;

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From Ymir’s flesh | was fashioned the earth,

From his blood, the billows of the sea,

the mountains from his bones |the trees from his hair,

the sphere of heaven from his skull.

Out of his eyelashes

The gentle gods made |Midgard for sons of men

And out his brains | were the angry clouds

All shaped above the sky

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Sun did not know | where she had her home.

Moon did not know | what strength he had.

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Mundilferi is he | who begat the moon,

And fathered the flaming sun;

The round of heaven | each day they run,

To tell the time for men

Though they run not alone

Shadows follow and come close

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In the East the old one lives

In Iron Wood

And there she bears | Fenrir’s brood

Skoll is the wolf called | who hunts the burning bride

But from all of them comes | one in particular,

The ruin of the moon

He gorges himself on the life | Of doomed men,

Reddens the gods’ dwelling | with crimson gore.

Hati awaits for the shining moon,

So that dark engulfs the light.

And weather turns vicious.

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O’er the sea from the east | there sails a ship

Carrying men and women looking for a new world.

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At the end of heaven | A giant in eagle’s guise

Hræsvelg sits, they say;

And from his wings | does the wind come forth

To move o’er the world of men.

Guiding their path to Iceland.­

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