SoBo

Hi, here is SoBo, she is small troll girl born in the Hidden World deep down inside the mountains of Iceland where there is a lot of ice, volcanic fire and boiling hot geysers. The Hidden World is a home of many beings of different races, such as trolls, elves, dwarves, giants and many more, most of whom are invisible to humans.

SoBo’s mother is Grýla, everybody in the Hidden World knows her but nobody knows how old she is. Trolls get to be very, very old; therefore most of them have lots of kids. Grýla has
65 sons and one daughter, SoBo.

SoBo is very funny, loves to sing and can produce music on nearly anything. SoBo touches everybody´s heart, they can feel her goodness and want to become her friend. SoBo makes everyone feel and understand the value of friendship. Friendship is something everybody needs and everybody can give. This is why she has a lot of close friends both from The Hidden World as well as the visible one.

SoBo learned to know the human kids when they were captured by Grýla, who used to take naughty children and keep them in The Hidden World until they learned how to behave, then they could return to their homes. During that period SoBo became their best friend. Those kids are called Hummies, they learned how to communicate with the Hidden World and keep very good relation with them.

Everybody living in the Hidden World lives as one with mother earth which they love and treat with deep respect, they eat healthy food and also know all of nature´s magical healing powers therefore they are extremely strong and never sick.

SoBo and her friends always do their best to keep the earth clean and pick up the junk left all around. They also save and collect all things that can be used to create something new, and that's a lot.

SoBo wanted very much to meet and get to know all the friends of the Hummies which they had talked about, but in order to do that she had to be visible to people. That was not easy, but with help from her best friends, the light elves, who have a lot of magic power they made it possible.

The Elves are SoBo’s guardians, when she was born they gave her a magic stone which has a natural hole going through it, which makes it´s magical power even stronger and she always keeps the stone with her. The stone protects SoBo and all her friends, when rubbed softly it absorbs all troubling feelings making space for warmth and consideration, then all problems become easier to handle.

SoBo makes all her clothes herself and she just loves it, she does not bother about the itsy bitsy finishing details, hiding threads and so on, actually she likes it better that way. She loves every single thread and every bit of all what she collects, such as used clothes and pieces of all different fabrics people throw away and leave lying on the ground. She also collects all kinds of small items, pebbles, shells, rusty nails, buttons, coins, just name it, and then she makes just anything she can think of which is endless, necklaces, arm bracelets, decorations just whatever pops up in her mind.

Everybody living in the Hidden World lives as one with nature which they love and treat with deep respect. As a reminder everyone learns this rhyme by heart, and now the humans will have to learn and remember it too:

One comes, one goes

Nobody can see or know

No trash to track or trace

That is our daily grace

Icelandic text below

Iceland has 13 Santa Clauses, trolls that accidentally stumbled into becoming Santas. Finally now,  for the first time in history a trollgirl, their sister SoBo, who now is old enough, is going with her brothers to visit the kids. SoBo is their favourite so having her come along will be much more fun.  

SoBo is the youngest of Grýla‘s 65 children. Her favorite 13 sons which she had with her last husband, Leppalúði, are known as the Icelandic Santa Clauses.

SoBo is the only sister of the  thirteen Santas. Thousands of years ago they discovered strange creatures in the visible world and found out they were the humans. They discovered the delicious food the humans made and as time went by they figured out that for some reason the most delicious food was always in abundance in December.  So from then on December is the time they will visit the people to accumilate those delicaties which they bring also to their cave for their 52 troll brothers to enjoy, it is a lot.

In the Hidden World, where the trolls live, everything is collectively owned and shared, that is why they just take the  food they want but the humans get very upset, even crying, after their visits. That made the brothers really sorry as they so much enjoyed this food they collected.  To show their appreciation so they decided to give them something also, some exciting gigantic rocks to decorate their boring flat fields.  They pushed those huge rocks down the mountain slopes and they rolled onto the fields.  They were proud and thrilled with joy. 

To their astonishment the people didn´t share their joy, they were actually screaming  “Avalance” “Avalance” Strange!  No appreciation.  In desperation they finally looked for help by the dwarves, they were so clever, and indeed, they came up with a solution.

“ We will make small things that you can leave for the children, they love to play”

Gradually the brothers started to leave small gifts in all houses where kids were living, they looked for their shoes and put their gifts there to be sure the kids would find them. The trolls heard them laugh and saw them dance and sing at last they were very happy. They also discovered that the kids called them Santa Clauses as they heard them say  that Santa Claus had brought them those gifts. The kids made pictures of them in red fancy clothes, very nice.  That‘s why they decided to dress up like that to look good, and now, when they remember, they get dressed in red when they visit the kids.

This is why Iceland has 13 Santa Clauses.  

Loksins, loksins fékk Skjóða að vera með bræðrum sínum, jólasveinunum 13, þegar þeir heimsækja krakkana.

Skjóða er eina systir tröllanna sem ómeðvitað og fyrir algjöra tilviljun urðu íslensku jólasveinarnir. Skjóða er líka langyngst systkynanna og algjört uppáhald bræðra sinna, en nú var hún orðin nógu gömul til að fá að fara með þeim í heimsókn til mannanna,  það yrði svo miklu skemmtilegra ef hún kæmi með.

Fyrir þúsundum ára uppgötvuðu þrettán tröll furðuverur á jörðinni, þ.e. mannfólkið. Þeir fundu algjörlega nýja lykt, matarlykt, sem þeir höfðu aldrei áður fundið.  Þeir runnu á lyktina og uppgötvuðu allt öðruvísi mat en þeir höfðu nokkurn tíma séð og gómsætari en þeir nokkurn tíma höfðu smakkað.  Þeim fannst þessi furðulegi matur rosalega góður, svo góður að þeir tóku helling með sér heim í fjöllin til þess að leyfa  hinum bræðrum sínum,fimmtíu og tveim, að smakka.  Það var ekkert smáræðis magn sem þeir þurftu fyrir alla bræður sína, allavega ekki frá sjónarhorni mannanna sem varð mjög mikið um þegar maturinn þeirra hvarf. Hvað var eiginlega í gangi?  þeir ráku upp óp og óhljóð í hvert skipti sem þeir uppgötvuðu að búið var að hirða matinn.

En tröllin kunnu virkilega að meta þennan æðislega mat sem þeir fengu og tengdu þessi óhljóð í mannfólkinu aldrei sínum gerðum. Í Hulduheimum er nefnilega allt sem hægt er að bera í bú sameign allra sem sömuleiðis allir geta notað, og því er bara eðlilegt að safna því sem augljóslega allir þurfa og vilja njóta. Þeim datt hreinlega aldrei í hug að eitthvað væri við það að athuga að þeir nurluðu saman smávegis af mat handa öllum þeim sem vildu og þurftu. 

Til þess að sýna hve mikils þeir mátu þetta góðgæti vildu þeir líka gleðja mannfólkið og þá sérlega börnin.

Þeir lögðu höfuðið í bleyti og hugsuðu og hugsuðu, hvað ættu þeir að gefa sem myndi gleðja. Loksins kom fram æðisleg hugmynd, þeir myndu skreyta þessi flötu stóru tún fólksins með flottu almennilegu stórgrýti  í mismunandi spennandi formum.  Stórgrýtið sem þeir völdu líktust heilum björgum sem þeir veltu síðan niður fjallshlíðarnar.  Á leiðinni söfnuðu þau á sig heilmiklum snjó og þau urðu enn stærri eins og risa snjóboltar þegar þeir rúlluðu inn á túnin, en það var í lagi auðvitað því þeir vissu að snjórinn myndi bráðna með vorinu. Tröllin voru innilega glöð og stolt.

En þeim til mikillar furðu heyrðust bara skelfingar öskur frá fólkinu.    

 “ Snjóskriða ”  “ Snjóskriða ” Hvað eiginlega meintu þau? Þetta mannfólk kann greinilega ekki gott að meta. Hvað nú?  Það þurfti að koma upp með enn betri hugmynd, hugsa, hugsa, ekkert kom upp í hugann. Endanlega var ákveðið að leita hjálpar hjá dvergunum, þeir voru svo klárir - og nema hvað? Þeir komu með lausnina,  þeir myndu gera litlar gjafir, leikföng og alls kyns skemmtilegt eitthvað sem tröllin gætu skilið eftir handa krökkunum.

Smám saman tóku tröllin að skilja eftir litlar gjafir til að gleðja  krakkana og til þess að vera viss um að þau finndu sínar gjafir voru  þær settar í skóna þeirra, sem krakkarnir nú setja í gluggann til þess að vera  viss um að fá pakka.

Tröllin heyrðu krakkana segja að jólasveinninn hefði gefið þeim gjöf í skóinn, og þau sáu líka myndir sem þau teiknuðu af honum og alltaf var hann í rauðum galla, svaka flottum. 

Svona yrðu þeir að vera, í svoleiðis rauðum sparifötum sem þeir muna ekki alveg alltaf eftir að fara í, bara stundum.

En svona urðu íslensku jólasveinarnir til.