Michael Larsen

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

Everything goes dark

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

Dad has to stay behind to help her. It’s up to Ingrid to save Dagmar now, but she’s getting tired. That troll runs very fast.

The forest ends and a wheat field appears.

Ingrid spots the troll in the moonlight. She’s running directly towards a hill.

The hill looks like … is that a troll hill?

On the top of the hill is a big stone. Suddenly, it levitates and hovers in the air. The troll scurries toward the stone. And just like that, she’s gone!

Ingrid catches a glimpse of her running into a dark tunnel. It leads down into the hill. She follows her in there. In that instant, the stone comes crashing down. It closes the entrance behind Ingrid.

Everything goes dark