Agnar ' s Journal Location . Down the cliff of Dive Rock is the Matron standing over Agnar ' s body . It is a troll and when killed will drop body parts of Svenja . Apparently Agnar came from Solstheim and was married to the Chief ' s daughter until the Matron ' s offspring killed everyone . A champion then killed the Matron ' s offspring ( which is your character , the Nerevarine , if you completed the quest from the Morrowind expansion pack ; ) . Svenja had nightmares about the beast and they decided to track the Matron which obviously ended their lives . Her body parts are like Mort Flesh . Inside the Uderfrykte Matron , one can also find the enchanted Frostwyrm Bow ( frost damage , 15 ) mentioned in the journal . Possible literary connection . The events described in this journal are reminiscent of the story Beowulf , a traditional bard ' s tale of Europe . The only differences are that in Beowulf the same foreign hero ( Beowulf ) who defeats the monster ravaging the countryside also defeats the monster ' s mother . It would seem that in this world , however , Beowulf didn ' t finish the job . . . this is actually wrong . . . the reference to Beowulf would be correct , but in the journal it explains that the previous chieftain ( actual player in ) is the one who slew the first monster . Content . Entry 1 . When I took on the role of Chieftain of Thirsk , when I accepted the beautiful Svenja Snow - Song as my advisor , and then my bride , I never imagined how quickly my life would change . I went to the isle of Solstheim for some much needed rest , and found it in the mead - soaked halls of Thirsk . But when I met Svenja , my sweet Svenja , I became entangled in an epic story the likes of which I had only read about in fables and childrens ' tales . Svenja told me of the fateful night when a hideous creature known as the Uderfrykte attacked the mead hall , killing rampantly , leaving her the only survivor . The creature was slain by a champion , and Thirsk had its new chieftain , but it wasn ' t long before they moved on to some new challenge , some new adventure . And that ' s where I entered the tale . Svenja Snow - Song , with her ice - blue eyes and flaxon hair , gained my love . Soon after , I became her husband . . . and the mead hall ' s new chieftain . In truth , I had never been happier . But Svenja , my dear wife , existed in quiet misery , constantly haunted by the memory of the Uderfrykte , and the damage it had wrought on the mead hall , and the people she had loved . Night after night , my dear woke up screaming , her face etched in horror and a single word issuing from her lips - - " Uderfrykte ! " I feared for my wife ' s sanity and happiness , but it was she who found a solution to her problem . As a warrior , she told me , she must confront her fear . She must defeat it . The Uderfrykte was dead , yes , but where did it come from ? Was it unique ? Would more of the creatures come , and wreak havoc once again ? Would I , her loving husband , be killed ? And so she corresponded with explorers and researchers all across Tamriel , until she found the answer she had been looking for . The Uderfrykte was in fact NOT unique , but the offspring of an ancient Uderfrykte Matron . In order to end the nightmares , in order to prevent any more destruction , we would need to hunt down and kill the Uderfrykte Matron , no matter where or how . Entry 2 . By Ysmir , we ' ve been searching . And searching . And searching some more . But finally it came — the lucky break we had been hoping for . The creature has been spotted by a shepherd in the remote highlands of Skyrim ! Entry 3 . We found its trail and tracked it for days , crossing the border into the Imperial Province . Here in the frigid mountains , we met with a local hunter who tried to warn us away from the area , citing an old legend about a deadly creature known as the Horror of Dive Rock — a monster credited with the slaying of over a dozen people , and just as much cattle . Could this creature be the very Uderfrykte Matron we seek ? Perhaps , unlike its child on Solstheim , the Matron moves from location to location , and its this mobility that has thus far prevented its killing or capture ? Entry 4 . we have made camp at Dive Rock , reportedly the highest natural observation point in all of Cyrodiil . From here we can see for miles ! So we ' ll keep watch , night and day . We ' re close , so very close . Svenja and I can feel it in our very bones . Indeed , Svenja has always been particularly in tune with such things , and is convinced the Uderfrykte Matron is close . Entry 5 . Svenja has grown tired of my constant writing , but this journal will serve as a record of our travels and defeat against the Uderfrykte . She ' s staring at me angrily , impatiently , right now as I write , but this entry is too important — finally , on this third day of watching , we ' ve spotted it — the Uderfrykte Matron ! It is unlike anything we have ever lain eyes on , a giant , troll - like beast that seems to waver and shimmer in the cold — like the feral form of winter itself ! We ' re off now to trudge down the mountain , weapons in hand , and give the Horror of Dive Rock its due ! Entry 6 . Failure and horror ! We engaged the monster with all the force we could muster , but it was a travesty beyond comprehension . Svenja . . . My beautiful Svenja ! My dear wife was killed instantly , consumed by the beast nearly whole ! And though it shames me now to write these words , I could think of nothing more at the time than escape . I took flight , returning here to our camp on Dive Rock , to collect my thoughts and nerve . I haven ' t much time . After this quick entry I will march out and meet the Uderfrykte Matron once more — it is sure to track me back to this campsite anyway , so our confrontation is inevitable . Can I even hope to defeat this monstrosity ? One thing is certain — Svenja and I came hastily , unprepared . My steel axe ? Useless . My dear wife ' s Frostwyrm Bow ? Completely ineffective ( and swallowed whole , still in Svenja ' s hand . . . ) . The beast appears to be a creature of the cold , and is likely nearly completely resistant to it . I would attack with fire if I had any on hand . But there is no time . No time to travel to a mages guild and procure an enchanted blade , or hire the services of a sorceror . My steel axe will have to do . And so I return to battle now , and hope beyond hope that I may slay the wretched monster that has brought so much grief to so many people . And if not , I take comfort in knowing I will soon rejoin my beautiful bride in the gilded halls of Sovngarde . If someone is reading this hastily written journal , I am likely dead , and pray to Agnar the Unwavering , Chieftain of Thirsk