It was early morning. The sun was rising, beautiful and bright, like a giant ruby it ascended above the above the mountains, rising sharp above the cold northern seas. Even now, at the end of the summer, their slopes were only scarcely colored green by the harsh grass that grew there. Among these mountains, like a ribbon led a road, narrow, upon which a truck was moving just a few hours ago. Shortly after midnight, it arrived into the village - a peculiar event, and to add to that, it was a moving truck! Someone has bought the hotel resort, completely rebuilt the building, and yesterday the moving in finished (or so it seemed). A little bit of excitement is always good, is it not?<br/><br/>Helga was truly, sincerely happy about moving to Stengelsrud at times like these. To have the grocery shop close enough to the house to walk over in five minutes, to hear the birds singing and breathe in the fresh morning air was like a dream come true when compared to the years she spent in Oslo. Sure, the metropolis had its charm, but that charm wasn't for her. She loved the clear sky and northern lights of the islands, the mountains, fjords, the silence...<br/><br/>Repetitively, over and over and over, she hummed a short section of Vivaldi's Spring that got stuck in her head and wasn't going out as she walked down the street towards the grocery shop, her long white scarf wildly billowing behind herself in the wind, coming from the sea. It might blow clouds, and then it might rain... The soft smile, set at her lips, faded at the thought, but it returned into its full width as she looked at the rainbow skies. And her humming grew louder, accompanied by the clicking of her shoes on the ground. She was almost skipping like a schoolgirl as she got into the grocery store.<br/><br/>The clerk was, as it was usual, drinking his morning coffee - but there was a surprise for her. A quite young man seemed to be talking to him, leaning over the counter and smiling charmingly. He had unruly blonde hair, and an expensive-looking leather jacket swung over a checked shirt. A city folk... Must be one of the family that bought the skiing resort, she thought, and moved on to get her food.<br/><br/>"Good morning!" she greeted the grocery store owner on her way towards the fruit stand.<br/>"Mornin', Helga..." he greeted her back, waving a hand at her. The boy turned around, giving her a gaze full of curiosity, and smiled. "Good morning! You must be one of the locals, right?" What a young voice. He must have just finished school lately.<br/>"I am. You're from... The family that bought the ski resort, then?" she responded, slipping a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. He pushed himself away from the counter, and offered her a hand. "Bjarte Storsvärd, it's nice to meet you!" His smile widened across his whole face, so much that his bright blue eyes became little more than thin slits.<br/>She took the hand, shaking it softly. "Helga Berghem. Please, just call me Helga." she responded, her quiet voice coming out as somewhat shy in the presence of someone with such a radiating, omnipresent charisma.<br/>"You live in a beautiful village, Helga." Bjarte grinned, revealing his teeth. She blushed a little, chuckling softly. "The north is like this. It's much quieter than the south... Less cities, less cars, less people..." Her words trailed off somewhere into the indistinct point where they grew completely silent, and she found herself standing between the aisles and staring at the ceiling.<br/><br/>"I guess. Never lived in a village, but I feel like I'm going to like it!" The grin didn't disappear from Bjarte's face as he packed the food he bought into a bag, handed money over to the store's owner, and turned around to leave. "Goodbye, then - I guess we're going to meet soon, anyway, Stengelsrud isn't a big place!" he laughed for a greeting, and waved to her as he was leaving.<br/><br/>When the doors closed behind him, he left a whirlwind in Helga's brain.<br/><br/>She just quickly browsed through the shop, throwing stuff into her cart, and stumbled out, absent-mindedly staring at the sun.