Skyrgámur

Oh dreadful son-of-a-troll!

Last night the most feared of all the jólasveinar came, and a true son of a troll is he…



Skyrgámur!

Curse you!

He steals your skyr, the last of the precious few hauled hundreds of miles across the mountains, in the snow, up hill, both ways…

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and then he taunts you!