Søren Jakobsen

instant, the stone comes crashing down. It closes the entrance behind Ingrid.

Everything goes dark

Please come with me,” the troll says. “You and Dagmar can leave whenever you want. But tonight we’re having a party. I promise you’ll have fun. And you might just change your mind about us trolls.”

Ingrid thinks.

A party. That does sound good. And what’s that sound in the distance? Is that … music?

Now she hears both a violin and an accordion.

“Maybe,” Ingrid replies. She’s tempted. And she does after all have to go and get Dagmar.

The troll smiles. “My name is Kraka,” she says. “And what you can hear

Because we humans destroy