Dear friends, now you better beware. Here you see Grýla‘s pot – and I‘m not even going to tell you what she used to boil in it in the olden days. It‘s just too horrible. But if you really want to know you can scan code 8 and listen to a poem about Grýla written by Jóhannes from Katlar. And by scanning code 9 you can hear a totally different poem about Grýla performed by a band called Hrekkjusvín.