Hyndla now sang about the beginning of the world and its end, about the race of gods and their end. Baldr was killed and avenged, Loki's monstrous children struggled in their prisons. Fire spurts into the sky, the earth sinks into the depths. The thread of the gods' fate is cut. Another comes, Unnamed and the sun welcomes the new world.
The prophetess fell silent, ending his song. But Freya was not enough. She demanded more, that the giantess would give Ottar a drink of memory, lest he forget it, what he heard. Hyndla was very angry, hearing these new demands, and did not want to give a drink. Only, when Freyja threatened, that they would burn her in a magical fire, submissive. However, she prepared a trick. She brought Ottar a wonderful beer brewed with magic herbs, but before that she poisoned them with magic. The goddess, however, saw the idea of the giantess and with the divine power neutralized the evil spell. And she summoned all the gods, to assist Ottar in his further endeavors. It happened and it happened. Ottar won the dispute with Antantyr and soon became a respected man. He abandoned his idle games, and as befits a worthy descendant of his ancestors, he continued on a path of glory and battle. His bravery became proverbial. He was so fierce in battles, that people called him the Mad Ottar. And when he finally fell in battle, he sat alongside the other heroes in Valhalla, and his name survives forever in the Song.