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. 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.
Ulv’s Jól: A Viking midwinter tale