I am driving in my car with my lovely daughters. Its only five pm but its already quite dark outside and the snow has turned dark-blue. Rán is 8 years old and Sif is 4. Sif has just bought her older sister a hot dog at Bæjarins Beztu down-town Reykjavik, with a gift card she won on New Year's Eve: 'hot dogs and drinks for two'. Hot dogs are her favourite and after having bought something for the first time in her life - and for her older sister too, she feels 'in control', even generous.
She is looking out the window, contemplating. We are driving past the pond in the centre of Reykjavik and she notices a blue light turn into pink under the bridge.
'Mom,' she says with a meaningful look on her face, 'I have never died.'
'No you haven't, have you?' I reply.
'No I haven't. But I have been confused. I have often confused things you know.'
Rán turns to her and says affectionately: 'Well that won't kill you.'
Sif turns to her and smiles. Rán smiles back at her.