Aurora borealis Stories

“Halló, ég heiti Annika Bergström,” the tall young woman said to the matronly desk clerk as she removed her knit cap and shook out her long blonde hair. “Hæ, Annika! Har þu herberginu?” Annika laughed. “Talar þu Sænskar? Eða Engelsk?” “Not Swedish, but of course I speak English,” the desk clerk tittered. “My name is Sigga. Have you a room booked for tonight, Annika?” “Yes, thank you.” “Ah, here it is, a cosy ground floor...