Ismor – Guardian of the Glacier

There is an old story among those who have lived long enough in the valley to hear it. They say that beneath the Melkevollbreen glacier sleeps an ancient spirit – Ismor. No one knows quite when she arrived. Perhaps she came with the ice itself, pressed down from the mountains in the cold age. But she is there, deep down, in the blue-white layers no human hand has ever touched. In the morning, when the valley is filled with mist and ice and mountain blur into one another, her breath rises from the glacier's crevasses in thin, white veils. And if you listen – truly listen, not to the tourists and the buses, but to the deep sound beneath it all – you can hear her. A low, pressing hum from the ice moving in the darkness below you. People in the valley say that Ismor does no harm to those who treat the glacier with respect. But she never forgets those who leave litter behind, who laugh at what she has built over thousands of years, or who believe that the nature here is something they can own. Respect the ice. And she will see to it that you return safely to the fjord.