Blot to Frigg
(holding spindle in one hand and horn will with ale in the other) "Great Frigg, Mistress of Asgard, spin your way to our Grove. Frigg Grove Matron, weave your way amidst us. We gather here on Yule, in the abiding darkness to give you honor, to swear our oathes, to firm our frith. You, key-keeper, well you know the importance of our ties, the warp and weft of society. Bright Frigg, attend upon us. Frigg, accept this sacrifice!" (empty horn into hlautbowl)