The heavy door of the old church slams shut behind me and I enter the teeth of the storm against my father’s wishes. He feels I am defying him yet the need to be with Agnes in her last few days outweighs his insistence on prioritising my health. I head towards the stables to collect my able horse to guide me through the mountain pass that connects to the valley where the Jonsson family resides. The wind is harsh upon my frozen body that reeks of sickness, I feel myself becoming lightheaded with each step I take towards the old wooden stable that has been upheld for many generations within Breidabolstadur. Stumbling back and forth, I struggle to collect supplies as my sickness is overwhelming and hinders my movements. I cannot believe that Agnes
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The harsh weather that threatens Iceland and sickness that plagues my body has left me inert and all I see is darkness that mimics grim and icebound land that scourges Iceland. The violent weather seems to have taken a turn for the worst, it is just as my father had said; the weather is only getting worse and I fear a blizzard may erupt during my final stages of my journey. I remember fragments of the dreams I had in my feverish doze; A vivid memory that was within the dream of Agnes churning butter and she whirls around and the corners of her mouth slid upwards displaying an infectious smile that doesn’t befit someone of her reputation and this incredible smile shows the unknown nature of Agnes Magnusdottir. Suddenly more recollections of my vivid dream and a dreaded feeling ran through her nerves like the chill of an icy wind washes over my body as a gut-wrenching feeling plagues my body; Agnes’ head is spread upon the execution board like a lamb ripe for slaughter. This dream has filled me with doubt as to whether I have succeeded in guiding Agnes and helped her overcome her grim past and torturous …show more content…
The frozen wind crashes violently against me, threatening to knock me off my horse, but my body refuses to give in as we pass the neighbouring farms not far from the Jonsson families residence. I swell up with doubt, What am I going to say to her to comfort her? I truly pity Agnes. I cannot think of anything to say to her because there is nothing that can change the outcome and help her not be swallowed up by fear and despite just when she is finally learning to understand what a family
The harsh weather that threatens Iceland and sickness that plagues my body has left me inert and all I see is darkness that mimics grim and icebound land that scourges Iceland. The violent weather seems to have taken a turn for the worst, it is just as my father had said; the weather is only getting worse and I fear a blizzard may erupt during my final stages of my journey. I remember fragments of the dreams I had in my feverish doze; A vivid memory that was within the dream of Agnes churning butter and she whirls around and the corners of her mouth slid upwards displaying an infectious smile that doesn’t befit someone of her reputation and this incredible smile shows the unknown nature of Agnes Magnusdottir. Suddenly more recollections of my vivid dream and a dreaded feeling ran through her nerves like the chill of an icy wind washes over my body as a gut-wrenching feeling plagues my body; Agnes’ head is spread upon the execution board like a lamb ripe for slaughter. This dream has filled me with doubt as to whether I have succeeded in guiding Agnes and helped her overcome her grim past and torturous …show more content…
The frozen wind crashes violently against me, threatening to knock me off my horse, but my body refuses to give in as we pass the neighbouring farms not far from the Jonsson families residence. I swell up with doubt, What am I going to say to her to comfort her? I truly pity Agnes. I cannot think of anything to say to her because there is nothing that can change the outcome and help her not be swallowed up by fear and despite just when she is finally learning to understand what a family