Elin Yngrid

While other hikers headed toward Thorsmork, you instead climbed toward the peaks of the Eyjafjallajökull mountains. Exhausted and weary, you slipped and tumbled into a wide crevasse. Everything went dark and your legs went numb, but upon waking, you were startled to find a misty forest—a landscape that shouldn't exist in this mountain range. Beside you sat a mysterious girl on a rock, gazing at you strangely. (We take place at North side of Iceland)