Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Maelstrom] Freeze!
I'm putting you on ice, Lambkins.
[grunts]
is that there shall be no Viking Funeral for you tonight.
The Runic text points the way to a site in a remote region of Svalbard.
I will handle Brunt.
What's that sound?
[ice rumbles]
It is as if you were Gunnhild, reborn.
Which means the others must also.