Prologue
For more than a millennium, the Icelandic nation has endured in the harsh conditions of the Arctic North. Long dark winters filled the national psyche with a strong faith in the supernatural, the mysterious and hidden. Intertwined with Christianity was a deep-rooted belief in the Hidden People, the White-elfs, who occupied a parallel dimension.
Believed to be Christian, and near indistinguishable in looks and lifestyle from their human counterparts, these often reflected the deepest needs and longings of the people.
In the dark of winter at New Year, groups of the Hidden People could often be seen migrating to warmer, brighter regions…
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When northern lights with mystique glow,
in eerie colours shine and gleam,
reflecting light on ice and snow
as thousand diamonds sparkle, beam.
In eerie colours shine and gleam
the elfen hordes that move below;
as thousand diamonds sparkle, beam,
their faces strong resilience show.
The elfen hordes that move below
the migrant’s path are forced to tread,
their faces strong resilience show,
towards their destination led.
The migrant’s path are forced to tread
all those who find the struggle hard,
towards their destination led
with hopes and dreams forever marred.
All those who find the struggle hard
on new horizons come to gaze,
with hopes and dreams forever marred
uncertain future forced to face.
On new horizons come to gaze
like elfs in new-year migrant mode,
uncertain future forced to face
all those who travel down that road.
Like elfs in new-year migrant mode
with hopes and dreams in tow, transformed,
all those who travel down that road
to distant shores, by sun re-warmed.
With hopes and dreams in tow, transformed,
the migrant’s heart with fire burns,
to distant shores, by sun re-warmed,
the soul with quiet longing yearns.
The migrant’s heart with fire burns
reflecting light on ice and snow,
the soul with quiet longing yearns
when northern lights with mystique glow.