The crunching snow under Ulv’s feet was the sound of Jól, the midwinter feast. Stars sparkled from above, and silvery moonlight glittered all around them. Frost nipped at his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Beside him, Father hummed a tune only heard at this time of the year. Every sight, sound and scent contributed to his expectant mood.

But above all, the sound of cold, crunching snow. 

Follow Ulv and Father as they prepare for the midwinter feast in this short story.

"Ulv's Jól: A Viking midwinter tale"

by Åsli & Bakkejord