The Theocracy of Hanselans is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Sigríðr Angrboða with an iron fist, and notable for its public floggings, restrictive gun laws, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 3.955 billion Hanselanics are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Níðhöggr. The average income tax rate is 98.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Hanselansian economy, worth 466 trillion Silfrbrots a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Furniture Restoration industry. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an impressive 118,028 Silfrbrots, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Drills and shovels have been banned as the government cracks down on any means of fracking, sushi is sold on the black market, the government records billions of hours of footage of trees, and Hanselansian watches are often the only thing to survive a disaster intact. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hanselans's national animal is the Mesder Puffin, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Jǫtunblóð.

Hanselans is ranked 307,384^th in the world and 162^nd in The Western Isles for Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector, scoring -29.36 on the Charon Conveyancy Index.