"...against Elli..."

the hall of Utgarda-Loki, breathes the faint breeze..of mockery.
Here upon glazes that speak little, and what ye would call thee.
Yet this is, the fight of the mightiest for those whom are wise,
Pass the spell and illusion, Where man comes weak..before Elli.
For thee of strength that matches the gods cannot move,
and the harder thou push the faster Elli, she stood.
Now Elli as a old woman, stricken in years stood
And not even the mightiest and the strongest of us could
Come firm and strong Elli will and did ,
And thou held on longest all have seen,
For all man would and will fall,
All man but not thor,
Who gave just a knee to floor.

Glory !