Deep in Iceland's frost-veiled Yule nights stalks Jólakötturinn—the Yule Cat, Grýla's infernal familiar.
A colossal shadow with eyes like frozen hellfire, it hunts those who fail to earn new woolen garments through diligence... but folklore whispers its sharpest hunger is for idle children, devoured whole in the howling blizzard if no fresh clothes grace them by Christmas Eve. 🎄🧣
Finish your labors—or face the beast's eternal winter maw.


















