Otto texted his brother Viggo in Denmark and within 5 minutes they were set up in a virtual meeting room.
The gang in Berkeley explained the situation and Viggo laughed.
“You really got your hair in the post box as they say,” said Viggo.
“We are definitely starting up the creek without a paddle,” said Leroy.
“But when has that ever stopped you guys?” said Viggo.
“Alright Viggo, let’s get down to business,” said Mrs. Claus.
“Not much for chit chat are we today Mrs. Claus?” said Viggo.
“You’ve seen the pictures,” said Mrs. Claus.
Viggo nodded and said, “Cailleach is not a creature to be messed with. She will fight with tooth and nail to keep Winter her domain. And she has some nasty nails I hear.”
“We’ve dealt with nastiness before,” said Leroy.
“Indeed you have,” said Viggo.
“So where would you suppose she is holding my husband?” asked Mrs. Claus, who was not in the mood for Viggo’s macho war stories and wanted the focus back on the here and now.
“I guess Scotland would be a bit too glib,” said Viggo and laughed.
“Come on Viggo. We may be running out of time here,” said Mrs. Claus.
“Alright, alright. The Wulver chicks would probably indicate the Shetland Islands. And that makes a lot of sense as it is dark and miserable in the winter and that is Cailleach’s element. I don’t know the islands well enough, though, to hazard a guess as to where they could be,” said Viggo.
“Know anyone who does?” asked Mrs. Claus.
Viggo shook his head.
“What about cousin Brynjar?” asked Otto.
“That old soak,” said Viggo.
“Yeah, he likes to put it back, for sure, but he knows a lot about that area and especially the connection between the Shetlands and Norway,” said Otto.
“Off to see Brynjar,” sang Viggo to the tune of ‘We’re Off to See the Wizard’.
“Remember to bring whisky. Brynjar is partial to single malt,” said Otto.
