Do you have your elvin queen riding her horse across the Icelandic valleys, on her way to her human lover, and Destiny? Or the other way around, maybe? Or anything even remotely like that? Think again. This is Icelandic grass.
The stuff makes a better story, but there’s no riding here in a hurry. It’s more like plodding, tripping, stumbling, weaving, wandering and going wherever sheep will go. If you don’t let yourself be guided by sheep here, you are not going to get anywhere. And that is worth the price of a journey for research. Now you have a story.