When we finally made our departure, a long-jawboned old desk clerk gave me a knowing wink and chortled, That's a mighty frisky little bride you've got.

Þrymskviða tells the myth of how the god Þórr had his hammer stolen by the giant Þrymr and how the gods managed to get it back by having Þórr dress up as the giant’s bride, while Völundarkviða narrates the master smith Völundr’s imprisonment by a tyrannous king, Niðuðr, and tells how he took his revenge on the king and his family.

This suggests that consistency plays a role irrespectively of frequency.

Ne is that ſame great glorious lampe of light, / That doth enlumine all theſe leſſer fyres, / In better caſe, […]