“Ingvar, hvað er þetta? Komdu með hana inn, hún er að ískla.” (ingvar, what is this? bring her inside, shes freezing.) María held the door open, seeing her husband emerge from morning fog with a wailing and wiggling newborn.

She was covered in nothing but his own jacket.

Once inside, maría turned on the faucet in the kitchen sink, ready to warm the little one up.

Ingvar rocked you gently in his arms, he was clearly in shock, happy his wife was taking initiative so clearly.

“Hvernig gat hún komist hingað út? Engin mamma... henni var enn hlýtt þegar ég fann hana... hún er fersk.” (how could she get out here. no mother.. she was still warm when i found her.. shes fresh) he rambled, totally in shock.