
Dried to Perfection
Dried to Perfection
Repelled by Flame of Cayenne
When the nights grow long and the hearth dims low, some claim to hear scratching at the roof or tiny feet on cold floors. That’s when you check the fire—and reach for the cayenne.
Height: | Towering (Grýla), Small to Child-Sized (Her Children) |
Temperament: | Predatory, mocking, motherly in the worst way |
Delights: | Disobedience, chilled homes, toys left out, unattended soup |
Detests: | Flame of Cayenne, cheerful singing, iron ladles, freshly swept floors |
Botanical Weakness: | Flame of Cayenne |
Older than winter itself, The Witch Grýla is said to emerge from distant highlands during the coldest months of the year, trailing behind her a caravan of misfit children—her own spawn, they say, or perhaps those she’s stolen and twisted into shape. She’s not just folklore; she’s consequence given shape.
She hunts the misbehaved, the lazy, and the loud. Grýla’s children creep in first, causing chaos: breaking dishes, souring milk, unraveling stockings. If the home proves weak, cold, or careless, their mother soon follows. Tales say she collects the worst-behaved in her sack and leaves only scorch marks behind.
Grýla herself prefers high mountain caves, but her reach stretches through snow-covered villages, wind-blown barns, and even city alleyways during solstice. Her children are the more common menace—stubby-fingered, soot-faced, and endlessly nosy. They enjoy tipping chairs, unbraiding hair, and stealing buttons and bits of ribbon for trade among themselves.
Behavior | Likelihood | Notes |
Scratching at roof tiles | ★★★★★ | Often just after midnight in December winds. |
Stealing soup or stew | ★★★★☆ | Particularly if left unattended or unseasoned. |
Unbraiding hair while you sleep | ★★★☆☆ | A prank common among her smaller offspring. |
Hint: If your fire struggles to catch and the toy chest moves by itself, they’re already inside.
Grýla is rarely seen in full—shadows twist unnaturally behind her, and even her silhouette seems uncertain. Her children, however, are easier to recognize: sharp-toothed and smudged with ash, often wearing stolen scarves or mismatched mittens. They rarely blink. They never apologize.
The soft crackling of fire going out. The click of small things being moved. Giggles—childish, but wrong. Too low. Too rehearsed. If you hear a child singing lullabies in reverse, do not hum along.
Old stew, scorched wool, and melted candlewax. Homes visited by Grýla often reek faintly of scorched sugar and pine pitch even when no baking was done.
Ingredients: Flame of Cayenne, pine needles, a black button, a glass of water
Method:
Outcome: Discourages intrusion for 12 nights. Especially effective between December 13th and 25th.
Metric | Score |
Global Population | ★☆☆☆☆ (Grýla) ★★★☆☆ (Her Children) |
Human Encounters | ★★★★☆ |
Conservation Status | Stable, favors households with weak fires and naughty children |
Flame of Cayenne is your first and fiercest defense against winter fiends like Grýla and her brood. Ours is strong, smokey, and sealed for lasting power. Toss it in the hearth, dust your thresholds, and keep your little ones—and soup—safe.