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SNOWLAND

Mum, Aunt M�ller has come.

Finish the greetings please.

- Help her getting her stuff to the guest room. - Will be done.

Where shall we have it? Down here, or?

I'd hang it in the middle.

- One for today, two for the holidays. - I don't drink currently.

But I'll join the toast.

Elisabeth seems to have recovered well.

- Or is it just a good day? - No no.

Since she restarted writing she is... we're doing fine again.

You've no idea how glad I am.

You've always been the only one who could help her.

For Elisabeth it was always easier to love than to be loved.

Ready.

You haven't told me yet how you wrote the new chapter...

Tell me, please.

Take good care of yourself.

I miss you already.

- It's only for 36 hours. - 38.

And you know it has to be.

Don't I get a kiss?

Mum, phone call!

Elisabeth Mannimann.

It's me.

Mum, what is it?

Your father... is dead!

Your father is dead!

Mum.

Aunt Britta wants to drive now.

Ouch.

Sorry.

I don't want to leave with Aunt Britta.

You have to take good care of it.

You have borrowed it from your dad.

Can we at least come home at Christmas?

Mum... can we...

at Christmas to you... come back?

Apologies.

Come on Helga, help him. He's really snowed down.

- And who are you? - Aron.

Aron.

You may call me that. Aron.

Then sit down here and eat.

You...

shall be thanked.

The thing is... that... I have my dog with me.

Then take him in.

This is Lurv.

It needs certainly many daily rations to fill him up, huh?

Well, most of it is fur.

- He exaggerates... - "Most of it is fur"!

By the way, I'm Salomon, this is my wife Helga,

and here are the short ones. Just so you know.

- Where're you from actually? - From...

From a neighbour country. From islands.

Let him sleep now, Helga.

Good night.

You shall be thanked.

You said that already. It's good now.

Sleep.

God Father, may I stay here this night?

Receiving the warmth.

Dear Britta, now I'm ready. I'll go.

Yet I don't know where.

I follow a call. I can't explain more.

Perhaps Ingmar is calling me.

Perhaps I need to enter the hopelessness first,

to find out if it carries me.

Britta, I thank you for everything. Please hug my children.

Ina! Bring me Laga!

Ina.

I was in the stable, father.

Hilma's waiting. Look if you can still find her between the covers.

It doesn't help anyway, if I protest.

It's okay, Mum.

Today it doesn't bleed at all.

And you know...

when the beats come...

they're almost over already.

And the pain takes me away.

Away from shame...

Away from him...

Away from myself...

So you see them, even if you can't go out in the night.

Beautiful. Five stars.

Maybe Ina could paint them, if you buy paint in the spring.

The stay as they are.

Make your mother's bed before we eat, she stinks.

Before he came under the tree,

when he still was Erik and not Kn�vel,

and I still young...

he was like just now.

But even back then he regarded life as his worst enemy.

When I...

when I die...

then he will blame life, not death.

- You won't die so soon. - Maybe a miracle happens.

Miracles are so quiet... you said once... like?

Thin...

- Thin? - Thin ice.

Why're you looking at me like that?

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Warm water and wash her.

No!

How far away are you already?

She needs no clothes anymore. She can't freeze anymore.

Besides I've padded the coffin with hay.

When the earth is unfrozen, we'll bury her next to your siblings.

To... gether!

Will she forgive me? I was so disgusted.

If she'll forgive you? She's dead, that's not important.

Important is that you are also the mother at Nattmyrberg now.

Now you are Ina and Hilma.

Nobody will find me here.

Everything is so huge and wide that one simply disappears.

He says he grew up with horses.

He has much to answer for.

Do you mistrust him?

You?

He is mysterious.

His loneliness must be huge.

- People talk about him. - They can shut up.

Hurry up!

Here you are.

You look like a different person.

It is beautiful.

- Where did you get it? - Traded in Turkey.

Much about yourself haven't you told yet.

Are you hiding for someone?

If you wouldn't talk all the time you'd have fallen asleep already.

Under him.

But now...

You will let it happen...

that the ghosts eat you.

That the frost eats me. Millimetre, by millimetre.

Little more... Little more.

Little more... Little more.

But only... if you stop... to resist.

Only if you don't resist.

And I see how beautiful the world is.

And I see...

how beautiful the world is.

Ingmar?

Can you hear me?

Damn mess!

Frigging Jesaia!

Ina!

Today is Jesaia and at the Jesaia day we're beginning.

Haying! Come on, get up!

But it's pouring, leave me alone. In the middle of the night.

Don't you get it? You shall get up! We are making hay now.

Why don't we wait until tomorrow?

Because today is Jesaia day!

And at Jesaia it's haying.

Didn't I collect enough wood?

I froze my ass off with all carrying and cutting.

- Yesterday you said I'd waste too much wood. - Waste.

I have piled wood until the end of my life.

Damn, it must be warm when I come home from work. A real fire.

You know...

your mother aborted many children before you stayed.

But you only survived in order to torture me.

In the cradle you have...

already cried until you became wrinkled all over.

And when you were older...

I used to tear... whole tufts... of your hair out.

So you should stop crying.

Your mother, she always knew everything better.

She made it hard for me to educate you.

She always "sinneriert"...

"Sinnerieren"... as she used to say!

Do I always have to beat you up first?

Come...

Come!

As if I can't force you to make love with me.

I know that already!

Take off your wet cloths.

Nothing has turned out as we had imagined it.

The children who died, should all have a name on "I".

There was an Ira, Ingeborg, Isaac.

Ida, Iris, Inge would have worked.

I had the names already in my mind.

Only you stayed, and only to push yourself between me and Hilma.

From first the day you were there, were I for your mother...

I said you shall take off your wet cloths!

"You may not show him your fear"' you kept telling me, mother.

Then they lick blood, the wolves.

I will no longer show him my fear.

Never more.

My body is in the house over there. But I myself,

I run away through the woods, over the mountains, across the moors.

I found some escape routes, where no one can follow me.

Horst? Do you want more coffee?

No thanks, now I want to go at last.

And your lodger, he's is at home, right?

You mean Aron?

Or have you a second one?

Aron is upstairs in his room.

Tell him that the council agrees.

- With what? - That he herds the horses on the mountain pasture this summer.

Up there at Nattmyrberg.

Your husband himself has enquired.

The whole summer?

Aron will be pleased.

He's good with horses. I know that.

Do you also know if it goes well when you leave him alone with Helga?

In such we trust each other.

Really? Well then, adieu Helga.

Thank you for the coffee.

I'm going now.

What are you doing here already? You should still be sleeping.

She blushed, your Helga.

Why does someone blush? Because he's ashamed, right.

Aren't you ashamed about your harmful way of thinking about her?

Good morning.

Good morning. Salomon has already left.

I know.

And I shall tell you they want to have you for the horses.

"Since their eyes were opened, and they realised...

that they were naked...

and sewed fig leaves together and made themselves aprons."

What are you writing?

Or is it not my business?

I copy the map.

The area around the horse pasture looks as if it's very peaceful there.

Only one farm in that infinite vastness.

Lurv and I disappear soon.

Disappear forever?

What is it?

Nothing.

Now I've at least seen something.

I saw what unhappy soul you are.

Come Lurv.

Let Your mercy, O Lord, be upon me.

Our Father in heaven,

Hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come,

Your will be done,

On earth as it is in heaven.

Aren't you scared? Of 3 months being alone?

I want it like that. I'm only afraid of bears.

In 4 weeks I'll visit you.

Stay here with the horses.

Ina born May 26th 1917

April 20th 1937

19, 20

20.

Get your dirty fingers off Rubert Olofsson's book.

Pack it down. I need to take it with me.

I'll take it with me. Not you.

Make the butter ready. And the white cheese.

I'll go down to the store.

I'm tired of arguing. Do what I say.

I'm 20. And at 20 I'm adult, Hilma said that.

At 20 you go down yourself and sell your own butter, your own cheese.

She said also.

- You can say what you want. - I do say what I want! Get Laga!

Get that stick yourself.

You've taken away the stick.

One thing I tell you.

Here it's me and no one else, who goes to Krokmyr with goods.

My butter. My cheese.

You don't own the part a maid would own. You only imagine it.

I'm not a maid.

They are my animals, which I have bought.

And their milk is my milk.

And if the Lord himself would pull at those damn tits.

It would still be my milk. Don't you understand that, girl?

Get Laga if you don't want to obey.

I'll show you who owns the cheese on this farm.

I said you have to get it yourself if you need it.

And if I may not go down to the village,

I don't make cheese and butter anymore.

Take your fingers from the table!

It is not respectable,

that you go down to the store.

I have...

eventually my...

business with Rubert...

And... something... more.

Why are you looking at me so frigging happy?

You imagine I'm afraid of you, huh?

No. But I'm not afraid of you anymore either.

You disfigured limping creep.

Don't you touch me.

Do you have animals? Of course you have animals.

Aren't you Kn�vel's daughter from Nattmyrberg?

By God, you're grown up.

Is he ill, your father? Or did you just want to come down to the village, huh?

What's your name again, girl?

Ina.

And... and you're always all alone with him up there?

I've told your father many times,

that with such goods, you should rather go to Racksele.

The people here make their own cheese.

Don't you want to buy anything?

Well.

One or two I can sell maybe.

You want to trade them, am I right?

Yes, but for everything.

You have beautiful eyes.

Well, alright.

4 Coffee Cheese, 5 Cottage Cheese 3 Jug Cheese and the butter box.

I withdraw 22.85 crowns from the owed 44 crowns.

You've made a good deal.

No penny-pinching. You can tell Kn�vel that.

May I buy two kilos of sugar too?

One kilo of bacon, please.

No coffee for Nattmyrberg?

One kilo of coffee, but from the cheapest.

And a small piece of sausage.

Isn't it Hilma's daughter, I see here?

It's Little Ina. Do you remember me?

They call me Nils-Marit. It was when you were little.

- I used to be at your place and help your mother. - Ah, yes.

- I just saw her. - You mean you just thought of her?

Don't cry...

So he's still alive, the old rascal.

It wasn't a cow's tail that hit your cheek, right?

Do I carry his beat on my face?

- He... he is my body, he has... - You don't need to tell me anything.

I can imagine how it is up there.

But one thing you must know.

You're grown up now.

He has no right on you anymore.

You can go away, Ina.

As it says in the Scriptures, "Children shall leave their parents"

It's like a law.

We're certainly outside of all this, up there at Nattmyrberg.

- We don't belong anywhere. - He said that, the Kn�vel?

Said it this way?

- I have "sinneriert" it myself. - "Sinneriert"!

Your mother used to say that.

- Yes. - Now you look like her.

I have to go now. Otherwise the cow and the Kn�vel will be roaring.

Come down to the people more often.

I can't come up there anymore because of the legs.

And because of the bastard. I've always felt for killing him.

I said that to Hilma too.

"You should bump him off", I told her.

Here are yet three horses from Svetlin.

Kind horses, and a huge reindeer steak from Helga.

How are you? Have you settled down?

I don't usually drink Brandy.

Just because, Aron.

Come on, give me your cup.

Lurv, go to the horses.

Forgive me. I'm not used to drinking.

Why do you ask for forgiveness?

You can really sing and dance, Aron. And dance!

For sure it was your own language you sang in.

I haven't understood a word at least.

But that's how it is when you're drunk.

Then you sing in your own language. No other one's good enough.

Don't let your head hang like this.

Do you hear what I say, Aron?

I'm glad... that you sang for me.

I was just wondering about myself.

I don't do such usually.

And who said that a man always only has to do what he does usually?

What?

Is it a law or what?

It makes no sense.

May I be in your house?

May I?

Hello? Hello?

We will eat together.

Oh dear.

Quiet, Lurv!

Take it easy.

Lurv, you stay here.

If I now... would lie wailing in the bushes.

Injured foot, for example.

Then you'll come to me, bend over me,

want to help me? Or?

Dunno, did you pray before eating?

I don't do that.

That was one of the big differences.

My husband believed in God.

And brought up the children that way.

What an idiot you are.

Aron the horse herder.

Confused.

Hello Lurv.

Your master is a fool, you understand?

Lurv. The horses!

Want some fresh milk?

Where the hell have you been hanging out?

I've looked after the snares but there were no birds in them.

Take away the milk.

As if! "...no birds in them".

You'll get a smack in the face for "...no birds in them!"

Be careful.

Your name's Ina.

But I didn't nose around in your house.

I just found an electricity bill. Do you have a Bible?

I want to bury you, you know, not officially,

I can't do it. But at least as good as possible.

May I look for a Bible in your drawers?

Lurv. Lurv!

Don't be afraid of me. Just tell me your name.

My name is Aron. Aron.

What's your name?

Your ointment helped.

The horses suffer awfully from the mosquitoes.

The smoke of the birch sponges doesn't stand long enough between them.

The wind takes it away.

I couldn't find a Bible.

I know only the Lord's Prayer by heart.

But I remember some words I heard recently.

At my husband's funeral.

Set me as a seal on your heart,

and set me as a seal on your arm,

because love is as strong as death.

Amen.

While I live here among your things,

I dig deeper and deeper into my own life,

that I just wanted to escape from.

I wanted to follow Ingmar.

To where you already are.

The memory, the thoughts of him, of us...

are hurting me so badly.

Therefore I didn't want to touch them.

But Ina, I'm doing it now.

I touch them, I let it hurt.

Humbleness is needed to be able to receive love.

As if you lower your face.

It's freezing.

The potatoes are frozen.

Yes.

My name is Ina.

Ina.

That sounds like wind. One thinks of wind when you hear it.

Do you like the wind?

Yes, very much.

I must go home.

Can't you get the horses back home already tomorrow or the day after?

It's already so cold at night.

It gets certainly warmer again.

You had a good time up here, right?

Real American bacon.

Helga and I thought it could be a little celebration, your last supply.

Thank you.

Helga's brother said Ina from Nattmyrberg has been in his store.

The way to the village should have made her pass by here.

I probably only dreamed that a woman passed by here.

The people from Svetlin will get their 5 horses get in a week.

You can stay a few days more with ours, but not too long.

So you don't get caught by the snow. Adieu, see you at home.

Don't dream so much.

What are you doing?

Ina.

Why did you do it?

I had to do it for you.

Because you shall know.

Shall we stay like this?

Shall we to try to sleep?

I don't know what to do. Say something.

I was cold. But now it's warm.

You are mysterious.

Let us lie like this forever.

It's too late. We fell asleep anyway. I must go.

Promise you'll come back.

- Before I go away, promise it. - I promise it.

Of course they were all dead.

There is no life left.

What do you think, Lurv. Will she come?

- I wanted to wash myself. - So wash yourself.

Can't you leave me in peace a moment so I can undress?

So wash yourself!

I've seen often enough how you look.

But you shall not see me anymore!

Not you! I want to wash you off from my skin!

Who else should see you then?

Damn little bitch!

Who else, if not me?

You can't wash me off!

I have marked your body!

Pressed on a sign!

Onto your flesh!

You know if you should leave me, that sign will start to glow!

Glow... and burn you! Burn you!

What happened?

My... my... I fell down.

I was so afraid you'd be gone.

What shall I do?

Next summer... Next summer you'll come back?

Go now. Hurry up.

Ina.

Maybe I'm not at home somewhere else, but here at your place.

Everything is merging.

Everything belongs to the same world.

Why don't you finally stop eavesdropping and observing me.

Even if I wanted, I couldn't get away from here now in winter.

The worst this year was that I got scared of you.

A grown guy shouldn't be afraid of his own daughter.

I... want to win you back.

Into that what ruled before, into our order.

Into that what always was our own order.

I want that you... stay with me and...

that you... don't love anybody else.

Stay! ... stand.

Tonight... all night...

Now... you will lie beside me.

How is it? Take off your clothes, come on!

What's that glare?

Satan!

Help me a little.

You have a son, Ina. And grandchildren.

They really loved you.

Probably they don't know you're dead.

Ina!

Why can't you tell in time?

It's the second time today, you stink like the plague!

But you're always in the barn!

You aren't there, when one needs you!

This time I want a clean sheet.

That thistly hay here.

You behave like a brute and you shall lie like a brute.

Whose fault is it that I lie here already over 2 months?

Like a wreck.

Without back and legs.

What can I do...

when my daughter attacks me like a wild cat.

Beast.

I could land you in prison for it.

I'd have all right...

to beat the living daylights out of you for it.

You're punishing me enough without prison and beatings,

and you even enjoy it. I hate you!

But I hate your hunchback even more than your hands and yourself.

It is the dwelling of your evil soul.

What are you doing?

Everything remains as I've said. You're lying here next to me!

You think you don't need to obey any longer?

Honour thy father and thy mother!

It's written in the Bible!

As if you ever you ever cared for the Bible.

The bed-hay needs a place. It shall lay on mother's bed.

I don't want to walk through the snow to fetch new hay.

You'll need to accept that now.

Also that I'm only Ina from now on, only myself.

I'm also myself. I have my world...

My... world!

I'll tell only you, mother. I've met a stranger.

And I know now that I no longer want to be signed from my father.

I'll try to avoid him.

But he doesn't know that I hold the stranger's hand.

And squeeze it hard when I get afraid.

FATHER REST IN PEACE

Won't you try to get back on your feet today?

You ask me that every day.

And I tell you every day that I can't get up.

- But I'll hold you! - Do you?

You don't hold me! You make me fall down.

- You knock me over. - But I'm attending you.

Don't think I'm finished.

Mother, can you hear it?

Ina.

Wait, Aron!

What is it?

It's really you.

Who else should it be?

Open your eyes.

Just don't think that it will go on like this.

That I have to lie here and hear how you're missing.

I'm going to milk in a moment.

And one day you won't come back.

And take the animals with you.

My animals.

That I'm crippled, hunchbacked, bedridden,

that I'm your father,

that I'd die here without you wouldn't stop you running away.

Ungrateful child.

Fuckin' cunt!

I want...

that you stay with me.

But say something!

I will defend myself.

Myself... and what is mine.

Is that his?

Was it his idea?

Did he allow you to show me how beautiful you've become?

What is it?

What it is? I love you.

I must protect you.

And you me.

I grew up on the Faeroe Islands.

They are islands half way to Iceland.

My father owned a boat. We were fishing just like everyone else.

I was 15.

We were on the cliffs high above the sea.

He wanted to climb down, to fetch eggs from the birds' nests.

He fell to his death.

Exactly after one year of mourning my mother wanted to marry a stranger.

But for me there couldn't be another father.

He wanted our boat.

She had his child in her belly.

She had betrayed my father.

I avenged my father.

I stabbed the stranger.

My name is Kjartan Holt.

I denied myself because I couldn't bear being who I am.

How long lasts such a storm up here, Ina?

I'm getting fed up.

This never ending whining!

You wanted to see the stranger who's helping me. Here he is.

I hope you feel fairly well.

It's unbearable how you stare at him.

This is useless.

Is there any hope that you get back on your feet?

Hope?

I won't allow life that it shatters me.

Only death has that privilege.

And not death is looking for me,

but life is after me.

Ina...

Ina.

God Father,

I have learned and understood that I'm not allowed to be happy.

But I am. I'm in love. There's Ina. There's no rest where she isn't.

Why do you allow me to be happy?

Because it just can't be that you don't know what happened to me.

Or...

have you forgiven me?

You were only gone for a few hours.

How shall we manage to not see each other the whole winter?

You've healed me. You've cleaned me.

You've redeemed me.

Calm down, don't move. So that I can hold you like this forever.

I never want to lose you again.

Ina.

I can walk again. Ina, I...

And if I want to stay at Nattmyrberg.

Then we'll stay at Nattmyrberg.

But Kn�vel is there.

I'll take you away from him.

And if doesn't allow you? If he stands between you and me?

I'm not afraid of Kn�vel.

Do you think I couldn't love you...

because you were alone with him too long?

I need to be alone with my thoughts.

I say "yes".

I don't intend to freeze to death.

...to freeze to death, Ina!

Damn snow, damn cold! I need wood!

I need wood.

Damn snow.

Damn cold.

Let the storm finally end, Ina.

...storm finally end, Ina.

Those were in the fyke this morning.

Thank you. Why don't take your cloths off?

Because there's something I must say.

Before I come back for real.

- I want to get married. - Marry?

With whom?

With Ina. From Nattmyrberg. She wants me too.

I want to talk to the pastor but I wanted to ask you first, if you...

If we could get married in your house.

This winter.

Didn't we say something's going on?

Well, something, but I wouldn't have thought about Ina.

Kn�vel's Ina I wouldn't have thought about.

And if she's as evil as her father?

What does he say then, the old Kn�vel?

He shall know it only after it has happened.

Therefore... we do also ask if we can marry here.

- That old Satan. - I...

I'll buy timber and pull it up to Nattmyrberg on the snow.

And build my own house there.

The guy is malicious, you know that hopefully.

What's the purpose of such fancy paper?

Thank you.

Want to write to someone that you'll marry?

To your father perhaps?

My father is dead.

And I've got no news from my mother and my siblings for a long time.

And now you want to write to them that you're getting married?

I can hardly believe it.

Yes.

I'll take the letter to Malgo as soon as the weather permits.

But why all the way to Malgo? You could post the letter here.

Here it might get lost.

Or even someone could read it. I heard.

But I wouldn't go to Malgo...

I'd rather not write about any secrets.

I also want to buy things for the wedding.

- You can buy it here! - But I won't!

They'd only start to talk and...

Ina's father could hear it...

Dear mother, dear Irma, dear Isaac, dear Tors.

After my misdeed I have done nothing else but searching for atonement.

Please don't burn this letter.

Think of me...

not only for my crime but also for my ruefulness.

I've found a woman,

who share's my atonement and whom I love.

We're getting married.

Your son and brother.

Kjartan

Ina and Kjartan

For how long were you alone, Ina?

November 28th. Dear Mother,

Today, my daughter Irmgard gave birth to a healthy girl.

Your third great-grandchild.

We're looking forward to pick you up at 4th Advent and you until Easter...

will be with us to help Irmgard with the baby.

4th Advent?

In 5 days your son wanted to come and pick you up.

I must visit him.

I need to tell him about you.

And I will tell everyone about you.

As soon as the weather calmed, headed Aron to Malgo,

in order to buy things for the wedding.

Here... Look... For you.

For Christmas.

It's cute, isn't it?

Thank you.

But Christmas is still a long way off.

And now...

In winter...

You're back again...

at night.

You didn't expect that, right? I'm not finished yet.

I'm not finished yet!

I always told you: You are there for me. Yes, for me.

And for no one else. Not for a damn horse herder!

I don't beg for your love. And your obedience. I'll take it!

I'll obey you, father. Please don't hurt me.

You're mine alone!

- You have the blood, you know that. - I want obey you.

I foretold it for you. I have branded you.

You know that the branding will start to glow... and burn you.

- In case you want to leave me. - You said that.

Certainly I'd really burn. I want to... I want to obey.

Alright.

Like a miracle.

Miracles are so quiet.

It is good that you comply to our old arrangement.

And if you obey, I don't need to be rude to you.

Not me.

Come.

Come...

Kjartan!

That's Aaron's dog.

Aaron is back.

Are you all alone?

What are you doing without your master?

- Say something! - What should I say?

Something happened to him, Helga. Now fetch him some water.

But we must do something.

For God's sake, we must do something!

What should we do? It's night.

The dog is exhausted.

- Tomorrow I'll go with him. - Tomorrow...

Tomorrow he's dead if he has a broken leg.

If it's too late we'll blame ourselves a whole life.

You know this dog doesn't leave Aron alone.

He won't leave him alone if he'd be hurt.

If he gets restless I'll go with him tonight.

Calm down now.

It was like a curse on this tour. I didn't want him to go away.

When he left on Tuesday I thought I'll never see this man again.

God forgive me I thought.

God forgive me... And him.

I wanted to keep the shame away from Kjartan.

I had to do it for him.

So there's room for the purity that I'm so much longing for.

God bless you.

Are you sure that your master was so unreasonable?

To cross the lake already now.

It's only early November.

Salomon kept sitting there for a long time.

He didn't dare to return home...

to report what had happened.

Thank you, Ina.

I'll leave, back into my life.

Ina! You're there?

Here are Salomon and Helga.

Aaron's house owners.

May we come in?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

May we sit down?

Would you have some hot coffee?

Are you alone?

Thank you.

It is about Aron.

We're coming with what's most difficult to say.

He fell through the ice on the Aralake.

On the way back from Malgo.

He had ran errands in Malgo.

For your wedding.

This one is for you.

From him.

From him.

My poor girl.

My poor girl.

It is hard, all this.

Also for us it's sad, Ina, you must know.

We loved Aron.

It was something unique...

with him.

His name is Kjartan.

Kjartan Holt.

We didn't know that.

He had secrets.

You're expecting his child...

Don't you?

I can come... and help you when the time comes.

You will get a pretty child from him.

A pretty little child...

If it's a boy, his name will be Kjartan.

Christian, Mum is there.

Mum!

You have no shoes on. Gosh! You'll catch a cold!

Britta.