I opened my eyes. Apparently I survived that fire. But I wasn't in the building still...

I stood up to see a big building. It had to doors made of dark wood. There were two door knockers shaped like wolf's heads.

There was a tall tree, so I went to go check it out. The leaves were a beautiful gold colour. I also noticed a bronze plaque. It had English and Old Norse (I assumed anyways) written on it. It read:

WELCOME TO THE GROVE OF GLASIR.

NO SOLICITING. NO LOITERING.

HOTEL DELIVERIES: PLEASE USE THE NIFLHEIM ENTRANCE

If I wasn't already freaked out by dying, I was now. Where in the world was I? And how did I get there?

A man stepped out of the two doors. He had a doorman or bellboy outfit on. How am I supposed to know which. I'd only been at a hotel once, when I was very young.

"Um... Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hello!" His name tag said his name was Hunding.

"I must be at the wrong house, I'm sorry."

"What no!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're checking in!"

"What? I don't..."

"You are dead, correct?"

"Well I don't know..."

"Follow me!"