Urban legends

Folk Tales from East Iceland

Naddi of the Njardvik Screes

From Njardvik north of Eastern Borgarfjördur is a steep mountain slope with a narrow and dangerous road. The screes were difficult to travel in the old times because of the creature Naddi who roamed the area. Many people lost their lives on the screes. Naddi lived in a cave north of the screes. He was defeated when a wooden cross was placed near the road with a Latin text. The cross has been renewed often and is still in place. The inscription reads. Effigiem Christi, qui transit, pronus honora. AnnoMCCCVI. (Bow down and revere this effigy of Christ, you who pass by. AD 1306). Naddi had the upper body of a man and the lower body of a beast.
Naddi of the Njardvik Screes

The Elf Queen of Snotrunes

This is a story about a fine lady who came to the farm Nes in Borgarfjördur and settled down. Her name was Snotra. She went away every Christmas and nobody knew where she had went. When she returned she asked the steward if he could say where she had been. He could not and then he vanished. This happened three Christmases in a row. To make a long story short one Christmas eve a steward followed her. She cast a veil over her and onto the steward and she lept into the sea. He followed. They arrived in a beautiful land with music and merriment. A handsome king who looked to be Snotra´s husband greeted her and took her into a big building. The steward observed a great celebration in one of the buildings. When Christmas was over they returned. Of course the steward could say where she had been, when she asked him and so her spell was now broken and she could return to her husband. She gave the farm to the steward and vanished.
The Elf Queen of Snotrunes

The Master of Skrudur and the Pastor´s Daughter

East of Reydarfjordur is the island Skrudur. There is a story about the disappearance of the pastor´s daughter at Holmanes in Reydafjordur. She had been placed under a spell by a troll on the island Skrudur. The troll was known as the Master of Skrudur. One winter a boat could not land because of a storm and took shelter below the cliffs at Skrudur. The boat´s crew made it on land there and started singing the Ballad of the Virgin. The rock opened and a huge hand passed out a dish of porridge with spoons. A voice was heard saying: "Now my wife is amused. Now I am not amused.“ It was believed that the wife was the pastor´s daughter. The same happened to another ship. Several years later the Bishop Gudmundur the Good was passing through the district and the pastor at Holmar asked him to consecrate Skrudur. That night the bishop dreamt that a huge man came to him and begged him not to consecrate Skudur. It would be difficult for him to move. The bishop took notice and decided against it. n We recommend the book: A Travelers Guide to Icelandic Folk Tales by Jon R. Hjalmarsson
The Master of Skrudur and the Pastor´s Daughter