In the far north there is a small country with a long coast. This country is called Norway. Its population is not big, only four millions or so, and the country is a good country to live in, maybe the best in the world.

Little is known about what hides in the mountains of this mysterious country. In fact, only one thing is sure; the trolls do. Small or big, one eye or five eyes, ten or fifty fingers, they are all trolls. Mysterious creatures. In the twilight hours you will not be alone anymore, there will always be someone watching you. Trolls will creep out from mountains, jump out of lakes or sneak out of caves; you will not know when you are touching one.

They do not want to hurt you, so don't be scared. If you keep a good relation they will help, and this is where our story starts:

A family of four, a boy at the age of five, his older sister Ingrid and their parents went to their log cabin, just in these mountains. The young boy wanted to go out to play in the snow and as he was used to the mountains, his parents helped him dress. He ran out and threw himself down. As he got up he saw even whiter snow furhter away. He ran towards it. He came there but saw something even further away. He continued further into the forrest until he no longer knew where home was. To make bad worse, it has already started to darken.

The boy knew about trolls from fairytales his dad had told him. In fairytales all trolls are bad. He needed help. Now.

He continued to struggle to get through the snow. Unfortunately he was getting tired and needed to rest. As he curled up under a tree he started hearing footsteps. Could it be his father?

After a while the now outside was full ofsmall footprints and small creatures. They looked like gnomes. These wierd things were screaming and laughing with their ugly, squeaky voices.

They were getting more and more brave, they went close enough to kick him, they touched him. He had given up all hope and started to cry when he heard footsteps again. Not quick and light, like the last time, but slow and heavy. These gave him new hope, not at least because the small ugly creatures were running away.

As he was falling asleep he felt something warm and soft around him. Everything was moving up and down, up and down and soon he fell completely asleep. When he was gently put down he continued to sleep just outside the cottage.

The next morning his parents found him outside, but he was no longer breathing. The only sign of what had happened was some huge footprints in the snow.