The troll wipes its eyes. “We trolls can change shape. Into a changeling.”
“A what?”
“A changeling.”
“What the heck is that?” Ingrid asks.
“When we borrow a human child, we exchange it for a troll child. A troll child magically transformed to look exactly like the human child. And that’s a changeling.”
“Aha,” Ingrid says.
“But if the changeling is revealed to be a troll, it turns back into a troll child. And that’s what happened to me.”
“So you’re saying your mom and dad kidnapped Dagmar?”
The troll looks quite sad. “We didn’t mean to hurt her.”
They both fall silent.
“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 is the sound of my family