“Oh, troll up, brothers!” Door Slammer shouted his
encouragement at his brothers. “You are
half-orgre trolls that have feared throughout Iceland for centuries. You can do this!”
“Yeah,” Stufur chimed in, “Let’s give ‘em some TROLL
TROUBLE!”
And so they did.
Sneaking and slinking, with a little hopping and one big leap, they
worked their way toward the Monster Worm’s cavern.
They came to the Pass, home of Gryla, a hideous, evil, mean old crone.
She was ancient and had terrified Iceland for
generations. The Yule Lads knew her as Mother. If
they made it though there, the other end was home to an old trollwife who was
still angry her sister had been driven crazy by church bells and died years
before falling off a cliff.
But first, Gryla. Part
troll and ogre, she was also a powerful Seið witch. She
used to be able to change her appearance whenever she wanted, but the Lads had
stolen her magic spindle. But that is another story for another time.
They
entered the pass running as fast as their troll legs would take them. They heard a screech and a furious yowl. It was mom, all right.
Rocks pelted them and the earth shook in a
sudden quake. Skyr
Gobbler ducked as Door Slammer threw a spell over his head.
It landed with a thunderous roar then they heard a crash and
the sound of water.
“Whee!” Skyr Gobbler crowed, “I think you brought part of the
glacier down on her!”
“Yes! She'll be trapped for a while. Run while we still can - on to save Spoon
Licker!’
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