Book Six: Chapter 152

Kisa stopped, doing her best to take it all in. The giant looked like a male version of Grýla, though he was wearing a pair of pants that were made out of an old tarp. He had one hand down his pants, doing gods knew what, while he used the other to take a bottle of whiskey from an elf standing nearby. The giant was watching the show Friends, and was clearly distraught about something.

Realizing that she had likely stumbled into Grýla’s lair, Kisa debated backing out, but got that cold sensation in her stomach that warned her it was time to hide. She slid along the wall and found a poorly lit overhang that she could scramble onto. If she rolled toward the back wall, her body was completely hidden from sight.

“Leppalúði!” Grýla’s voice carried down the tunnel like a foghorn. “Get your ass up, we’ve got company coming!”

The giant watching television frantically searched around for the remote. Unable to find it, he simply threw the bottle at the tv, causing the