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Grýla. Imagine if she were really real. An American has heard the story, and listened. Don't bother trying to imagine Leppalúði. Forget the cat. Just Grýla and her thirteen sons, slipping in quietly through the shadows and the long nights, weaving a dense mischief that will leave a tiny village and its troubled priest changed, forever. You may have been frightened by her as a child. Some village children grew up to tell the story later, and some grew up to deny it. Christian Hege tells the story in verse, as though it's a happy Christmas poem that bubbles and rhymes like a nursery tale. You might laugh, though you're not quite certain you should be laughing. You might laugh and cringe a little, at the same time. And even if the story seems a bit too familiar - even if you've heard it a thousand times before - you might doubt the truth, until the very last word. The very last word.

Directed by Jenny Mercein