The volcanoes and mountain peaks that have stood for thousands of years are each associated with tales of trolls and hidden folk. 

It seems that everthing great and impressive in Iceland’s landscape adopts it’s own human stories with very human moral messages.

 

If a man tells you he has put aside a career in the music industry and devoted himself to running a troll park, called Rock’n’Troll, in the inhospitable Icelandic highlands and to writing acclaimed stories about trolls, you sit up and listen. And the more you listen, the more you believe.  The dark winters and majestic awe-inspiring landscapes cannot but hide mysterious and awe-inspiring creatures. Trolls are mostly giants living in rocks, cliffs and mountains. They can only venture out in the dark - if caught in the sunlight, they turn to stone. Quite a few of those unlucky ones are there for all to see, or at least for those with eyes to see them. They can be man-eaters but can also be kind and grateful. They can be man-haters but can also form romantic relationships with humans. Some say the last trolls have already died. They may have done, but their shapes and faces live on, preserved in rock. And in rock’n’troll.