Loki, consumed by the pain of losing their children, has disappeared from Asgard. He felt cheated, though he understood the behavior of the Asa. In time, anger began to take over his resentment, and the nature of the giants made itself felt.
Odin looked at it sadly, what happened, sensing, that some misfortune would follow. He watched closely from Hlidskjalf, wanting to find Loki. Loki, however, hid well.
Meanwhile, other events distracted the Father of Gods. There was a shadow of sadness in Asgard. Baldr, radiant god always full of life and joy, he became sad and walked silently, avoiding company and fun. For he was troubled by ominous dreams, in which he saw himself bloodied on the funeral pyre. The goddess Hel was reaching out for him, and from afar there was a mocking laugh.
The gods gathered for a council and counseled about the meaning of Baldr's dreams. But they couldn't get anywhere. Finally, Odin grabbed the final one, the terrible way, to solve the mystery. He's on his way, about which later the bards sang songs, and he himself would not speak.
He mounted Odin Sleipnir and set off down to Niflhel. He was the only one of the living to travel the way of the dead and to know its horrors. At the gates of the kingdom of death, Garm had cut him off, the dog of hell with a forever bloodied breast. Odin threw runes at him, and this one ran away with a howl. Long chased his hoarse god, an ominous whine, when he entered the most terrible of worlds.
He rode on, east of the Hel Manor, where he knew, that the prophetess is asleep. He stood over her and sang resurrection songs. Wolwa rose, captivated by the spell. She answered the summons in a dead voice, asking for the name of the stranger, which, against her will, brought her back to life.