Original subtitles

"Made of earth and stone."

"A snow-clad heart

and icy bones."

From the depths of the mountains, the trolls rose.

For a long time, humans and trolls lived side by side

in peaceful and respectful harmony.

Until a new world order

swept across Europe.

In Norway, a young king was tasked with Christianizing the country.

Saint Olaf.

The new faith had no room for the ancients of the Earth.

From the safe darkness of the woods and mountains,

he drove them out into the sunlight,

where they turned to stone.

With sword and Bible in hand,

Olaf cleansed the country of trolls.

And as the massacre raged on,

the trolls grew wary of the sacred symbols of Christianity.

The age of trolls

was over.

He showed no mercy and slaughtered them all, adults and...

I think we'll stop there, guys.

But, Mom, Dad's telling me about the troll messicker.

Massacre.

But, Dad,

why was Saint Olaf so mean?

- The trolls were there first! - Exactly.

Why didn't anyone help them? That's what I'd have done.

Good! But there was no one to protect them from the narrow-mindedness of men.

Okay, you better leave before I toss you out on your butt, Tidemann.

To be continued.

- Good night, Tiny. - Good night, Big.

"Troll massacre"?

Is Ashlad's eating match with the troll better?

The troll gutting itself, and its entrails spilling out?

Hey, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Relax. I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Promise.

Hey, Mom?

You know the fairy tale about the troll wedding?

Do you think they were actually chased up there by the mean Olaf?

And that's why they died?

Yeah. Well, it's a possibility.

Yeah.

Out.

We'll take you there someday, Nora.

To the Troll Wall.

You promise?

Promise.

Go to sleep now.

I'm not sleepy.

Can you sing?

Please.

When Mama Troll has put

Her 11 little trolls to bed

And tied them up by their tails

She sings a slow song

For her 11 little trolls

The most beautiful words that she knows

Hello?

No!

Nora, wait! It's me!

It's me!

Andreas Isaksen.

It's been a while.

It's just me here.

Tidemann hospitality runs in the family.

Yeah, I...

I wasn't expecting guests.

What...

What have you...

been up to

since last time?

Hey, I don't mean to be rude or anything.

It's good to see you again and all that, but what are you doing here?

I was just wondering if you could help us with something.

Us?

Yeah, I mean...

Is it a national security thing?

You can't say and have to take me somewhere secret?

- I thought you were done with that stuff. - Yeah, I thought so too.

But just when I thought I was out,

they pulled me back in.

A lot has changed.

A new government and...

...a new prime minister with--

It doesn't matter who's in power. They're all the same.

I'm sorry you made the trip for nothing.

You don't know what criticism is

until you've been roasted by 12-year-olds on TikTok.

- I haven't... - Don't worry about it.

I saw you dedicated it to Dad. That was really nice.

He'd have liked that.

I think

he'd have liked what I want to show you too.

What do you mean?

You've found

something else?

Damn.

It's just a formality.

You know it takes more than a few papers to keep me quiet?

Yeah.

But if you tell anyone about this,

people are definitely going to think you're bonkers.

Thank you.

Vemork?

Professor Sinkhole?

Yes, you probably remember Professors Møller and Wangel.

Professor Tidemann. Welcome to Vemork.

This must come as a bit of a shock.

You could say that.

It's regrettable that we got off on the wrong foot last time, Professor.

At the time, the government didn't have security clearance for Project Jotun,

and the information we possess.

But secrets have a tendency to be exposed sooner or later.

Yes.

Like trolls in the sun.

What are you talking about?

Someone has always known.

The history books tell of the Allied sabotage operations during World War II.

The Heroes of Telemark.

The race to develop the first atomic bomb.

The heavy water ops to upset Hitler's plans.

A cover for what the mission was really about.

The battle, Professor Tidemann, was never about heavy water.

The people who found him 100 years ago

named him Jotun,

after the primeval trolls from mythology.

But

I call him

Megatroll.

We've naturally taken steps

to prevent any potential security threats.

UV lights have been installed around the troll.

Powerful enough to turn it to stone in an instant.

Inspired by your creative solution in Oslo.

What are you guys doing?

Do we have a visitor?

Yes. This is Professor--

Marion Auryn Rhadani. I'm the project supervisor.

- This is-- - The legendary Nora Tidemann.

I'm well aware of who you are.

I thought we agreed

not to involve her.

If we don't show any progress soon,

they'll shut down the whole project.

What's going on?

My apologies. It's Farsi.

I took it as an elective.

Professor Rhadani is an evolutionary biologist.

- She's been leading this research for-- - The last two years.

And Andreas has told me all about your heroics in Oslo, of course.

I'd have wished for a slightly different outcome, perhaps.

Having a conscious troll here would have provided a lot of answers.

Okay, so he's not dead?

No. Hibernating.

Ever since it was discovered here.

The only sign of life is a pulse.

It has some sort of heart.

But the insides look more like

a forest floor than any animal we've seen.

Yeah, its DNA has more in common with a spruce tree than a human.

Well, they are nature.

What was that?

Trolls are nature.

"Made of earth and stone."

"A snow-clad heart and icy bones."

Nursery rhymes and superstition.

Right. Are we done here?

No. You haven't seen everything yet. You haven't seen...

Come on.

Welcome to the Nerd Room.

Nora, hi!

Siggy!

It's mine. Ours, I mean.

- Wow! - We didn't really have that kind of thing.

But then it became that kind of thing.

Yeah, clearly.

Yeah. Which then became a tiny thing in here.

A little nilbog.

Leonard if it's a boy.

And Uhura if it's a girl.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

But that's not what I wanted to show you. Look at this.

In here we have texts written in Latin, Old Norse, and Sanskrit.

Runes that date back to before Christ.

And everything's about trolls.

Check this out.

Saint Olaf's Troll Law.

Huh?

We've dated it to the year 1030,

just before he fell at the Battle of Stiklestad. Give or take.

Well, maybe not give,

as he wouldn't have been able to sign anything, so... Yeah.

It's been verified. It's the real deal.

Quite a bit of it is missing,

but there's little doubt as to its purpose.

"Trolls shall

from this land

be expelled."

Dad was right.

There was a troll at Dovre.

We have a troll here.

The likelihood of there being more out there is very real.

If the worst were to happen, and another troll goes berserk,

we need to be prepared.

And in order to prepare, we first need...

To understand.

We have so many resources at our disposal here,

but despite that, our research has come to a standstill.

They're threatening to shut us down.

We need someone who can think outside the box.

We need you, Professor Nora Tidemann.

Well, this is all a bit...

- Is there a restroom around here? - Yeah.

Down the stairs. There's a sign. Straight ahead.

I could run there blindfolded with how much I'm urinat...

- Down the stairs, straight ahead. - Okay. Thanks.

I've rewritten this report 11 times.

- It's never good enough. - I know.

Who are you?

Ouch!

Hey.

What's going on here?

An awakening.

UV lights on standby. Be ready on my signal.

No. No!

Siggy!

I have a bad feeling about this.

- Ready. - Don't touch that!

What do you mean?

Are you crazy? We can't destroy it.

It's finally awake.

- Now! - No, don't!

Do it!

Nora!

Get down here!

Siggy, get out. Everybody out!

Everybody out!

Nora!

Come on, Siggy! Run!

Marion, go with Siggy!

Nora. Come on.

Andreas!

Are you okay, Siggy? Come on!

What did you do in there?

Captain Kris.

Nora Tidemann. Right in the middle of it all, as usual.

And Isaksen, tagging along.

Good to see you have support.

Holm.

Please, get in.

Hi.

Hi there. Here.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

She's new.

Same old Captain Kris, though.

I'm actually a major now.

"Kris-major?"

Yeah.

You can call me whatever you want.

This research could contribute to medical science, climate--

You've treated it like a being with no intrinsic worth.

You have to see the big picture.

The problem with your big picture

is that you place humans above all living things.

- A recipe... - Both are right.

Andreas, please!

Your research has been entirely unethical.

This is my parents' divorce all over again.

- Yeah. - You've ignored what we all know.

That this is a being with thoughts and feelings.

If you could just pull your heads out of...

- Prime Minister. - Major Holm.

General.

Prime Minister Brinchmann, meet Nora Tidemann.

Right. Professor Tidemann.

- Rhadani. - Hi, Martin.

Isaksen.

Prime Minister.

And you are?

Hodne. Staff Sergeant Hodne.

She's pregnant.

Right.

Ever since the government and I were informed of Project Jotun,

I've believed that the risk is too great.

What happened today proves I was right.

Martin, if I may?

This could potentially be a huge opportunity.

If we could get one last chance

to get the troll back under our control, we could--

You can't control these forces.

It's the wrong approach.

So what is your approach?

Let it wander around freely?

That's not what I'm saying.

I see that this research has great value,

but I must ensure the safety of Norwegians.

I have to do what I should have done a long time ago.

I want that troll terminated immediately.

So you're going to make the same mistakes as last time?

An innocent troll turned to stone because of us.

- Haven't you learned anything? - Nora.

I lost my brother three years ago in a helicopter accident.

In a military operation involving church bells, of all things.

I won't repeat my predecessor's mistakes.

Major Holm. Convene a briefing.

Roger that, General.

Is that a piece of...

It's a piece of guilty conscience.

To remind myself of all the mistakes I've made.

I make mistakes all the time.

But as fairy tales teach us,

we learn from our mistakes.

We grow.

And we keep fighting.

- Where are you going? - On an adventure.

We've tracked the troll into a fog bank,

but it's clearing as evening falls.

Sunset...

Sunset also means that the enemy can move freely,

so we must act...

We must act quickly.

Aw-Geedi. Time to put our new toys to the test.

I want everybody ready in 30. Get moving.

- Kris? - No.

- I haven't even said-- - I said no.

Check the intel again. I want us airborne in 45.

- Copy that. - Amir!

Nice to see you again.

Right. You remember...

- Hard to forget. - That's right. Hey.

- Yeah? - Last time, you were a scientific advisor.

Technically. Ish.

It would be irresponsible for a major to bring civilians along.

Major, schmajor. There's a troll on the loose.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm getting bad vibes seeing you all together again.

- It's not exactly ideal. - No, far from it.

Kris!

You owe it to my dad.

Well, I mean...

I didn't mean to insinuate that you...

That came out wrong. I didn't mean--

It was a gross misjudgment to bring you last time.

Lives were lost. I have to live with that.

I won't make the same mistake again.

Listen, Dad died at his happiest.

We gave him that much.

This is my whole life.

Please.

Fine. But only...

Stay in the background and do as I say.

- Are we on the same page? - Yes, absolutely.

So what's the plan?

The military's new SUNNA helicopter,

custom-built for troll hunting.

Equipped with UV lights powerful enough to make crispy troll fries.

Old Norse for "sun."

- Cool. - Yeah.

We think so too.

And now we have...

Hope you brought sunscreen.

Hey! Got room for more?

Room for one more?

I kind of feel like it's my troll.

The more the merrier.

Oh, thanks.

Is it common practice for majors to go on these missions?

I'm a pretty hands-on kind of guy, so to speak.

Follow me.

He's flirting with me, right?

You'll have to get used to it.

Kris?

Promise me you'll return just as tall and intact, Andropholus Maximus.

Hey, Siggy Starcrash.

I promise you.

And you.

My little stardust.

Isaksen!

Get your ass in gear.

Don't try to be a hero, okay?

You're Clark Kent, not Superman.

I'll be there and back again before you know it!

I love you.

Just put it on my tab.

Boys! We're here!

Oh, how cute!

- Is that your mom? - Shut up!

Amir, what do you think?

Looks like the party's over, bro.

It's eating them.

Oh my God!

Tidemann! Sit back down!

I'm holding on.

Safety procedures...

Ready on my command.

Let there be light.

And there was.

We're going in!

Now we're talking.

Kris.

Don't get too close.

Status, Amir?

Amir?

Kris.

It's been an honor, brother.

Amir!

There is no god but Allah.

Kris?

Kris.

Kristoffer?

Don't do anything stupid.

Major Holm!

Allah yerhamo, Amir Aw-Geedi,

my brother.

I didn't know they were such ruthless

killing machines.

Not all of them are like that.

Okay?

We've not seen this before. The troll from three years ago--

Killed and injured soldiers and civilians, according to the reports.

The reports didn't mention what he wanted.

That he wanted to go home.

"He. Home."

You should be careful about humanizing these monsters.

Well, most monsters are created by us.

We've done it no harm.

Maybe not us, but people before us.

And it probably hasn't helped that you've been prodding it

and experimenting on it for years.

I'll apologize next time I see it.

Can we do that?

Can we communicate with it?

Yes. We can use our grown-up voice and tell him to stop it.

I might know someone who could.

Here.

Thanks. Kris... toffer.

- Are you guys coming? - Of course.

I thought the military searched this entire area three years ago.

Yeah.

They did.

A bit to the left, you say? Okay. There?

Yeah.

That'll do.

Oddrun's going to be pleased.

That's probably her calling.

- Hello? Are you there? - Yeah, I'm here.

- Say hello when you pick up, Lars. - Yeah.

- Hello. - I found the wallpaper for the bedroom.

Anything else I should get while I'm here?

I can barely hear you.

Solo's gone nuts. What is it now?

I asked if there's anything else I should buy while I'm here.

Lars?

Lars?

Lars, I only need to get the wallpaper, right?

- Oddrun. - Yeah?

We're gonna need more than wallpaper.

I'm really sorry about your friend Amir.

Thank you.

I shouldn't have brought it up. Sorry. Bad timing.

No, it's okay.

He was...

He was like a brother

from a different mother.

- We had similar childhoods. - Okay.

There was a lot of... stuff.

- I don't know why I'm telling you this. - It's a good thing.

It seems like there's a really big heart

underneath that really cool uniform.

Jesus, what happened in here?

It's a hunting pit.

According to legend, they wanted to get rid of the Troll King,

so they kidnapped a troll child to lure the father here.

Straight into a death trap.

Look at these symbols.

Christian symbols.

They carved them everywhere to inflict maximum damage on the trolls.

But the Troll King survived. He got out three years ago.

But if that story's true,

it's odd that the remains of the troll child were never found.

Hold still.

Stay still.

Don't freak out.

Just

try to remain calm.

It's hypernature.

Shush. Kris.

Put away your weapon.

Very carefully.

Don't shine it directly into his eyes.

There.

Keep still.

I came down here so many times without ever finding anything.

But he was watching from the shadows, waiting until he felt safe.

- Is it really... - Yes.

The son of the Mountain King.

Hey, Beautiful.

Nora Tidemann, the troll whisperer.

How do you do it?

I don't know. I just...

feel it.

Somehow.

Come here. It's all right.

Don't think.

Just feel.

Hello.

What's your name?

I call him Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Nice to meet you.

Magical.

And now

comes the hard part.

There's someone we need to talk to, so...

I have a very big favor to ask of you.

This isn't our fight.

Let's start her up.

Nora!

- Run! - Pull back!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

How...

How did you figure it out?

How to communicate with him?

I had to learn how to listen.

I mean, really listen.

Listen with my heart.

I actually brought him out of the cave once before.

And he was so careful.

He just sat there...

looking up at the stars.

And then he went back into the darkness.

Where he felt safe.

It's like the Pilgrim's Route.

What did you say?

The pilgrimage to Nidaros and Saint Olaf's spring.

Look at this.

If you follow the troll's tracks, heading north,

across Dovre,

straight for Trondheim.

Tank's full.

- What's up? - We've got a troll on a pilgrimage.

Right.

Olaf showed them no mercy.

And the age of trolls

was over.

Dad always talked about it.

About the Christianization of Norway

and the troll massacre,

and how Saint Olaf drove the trolls out of the country.

In those days, Nidaros was the capital.

That was where Olaf ruled the country from.

He wants revenge.

Esther Johanne Tiller. Welcome to Trondheim.

- Nora-- - I can tell you're a Tidemann.

You're the spitting image of your dad.

Is that good?

Tobias was an interesting character.

But he sure was a hoot at parties.

- Andreas Isaksen. - The rest of the motley crew.

We can't hang around here all day. Disserway!

Nidaros Cathedral.

Built between 1070 and 1300, more or less.

Up until the Reformation, it was called Cor Norvegiae.

"The Heart of Norway."

From here, the Church ruled the country with an iron fist.

I'm sure you're not here for a lecture.

We're here to find Saint Olaf's tomb.

That's all we've got.

Right. Just as batty as your dad too.

Disserway.

We think the troll's coming here to exact revenge on Saint Olaf.

I read your book.

Your theory is that Olaf's remains are still somewhere in the cathedral?

People say, "Think outside the box."

But I think the answer might lie inside the box.

That it's staring you right in the face.

Then let's take a look inside that box of yours.

Like all beautiful things,

Nidaros Cathedral also has a less flattering underside.

Disserway!

What does she mean by "disserway"?

"This. Here. Way," Isaksen.

Gunk in the brain again.

You might ask yourself,

"If Olaf was so important to the Church,

why hide him?"

Yeah. Unless it was something Olaf and the Church disagreed on.

Right. You don't hide something you're proud of.

No.

People have been digging around down here for years until they go soft in the head

and find diddly-squat.

But by all means, knock yourselves out.

So, where do we start?

It's the same symbol we saw in the cave.

Oh, yeah.

When I found this room, there was a real hullabaloo.

Everyone thought we'd found the tomb.

And maybe he laid here for a while before he was moved.

God knows by whom or why.

Maybe we should get going?

There's not that much more

to see here now, at least.

- Let me see. - I'm sorry. I barely touched it.

I think it was already broken. It's an easy fix.

Move over.

Sorry.

A spear in the belly.

Could it be...

- It's the wounds. - What do you mean?

That's where Olaf was stabbed by Tore Hund and his men

at the Battle of Stiklestad.

First, a cut to the thigh.

Then a spear in the belly.

And finally...

a blow to the neck.

Do we have something we can...

Look.

I'll try using this.

Nora! Here!

First in the thigh.

Then a spear in the belly.

Here!

And then a blow to the neck.

I'll help you pull.

Okay.

The answer lies inside the box.

Staring you right in the face.

Watch out for the water.

Maybe this is Saint Olaf's spring.

Okay.

Wait!

We can't just open it.

This is Olaf the Holy!

We don't know that. We have to open it.

This. Is. Olaf.

I can feel it.

Esther, I respect your respect.

I get that this is a historic moment, but this tomb might help us understand,

and we're running out of time.

All right, then.

But...

respectfully, please.

Of course. Naturally.

Look at him.

Hey there, handsome.

So this is where you've been hiding?

You old rascal.

How strange.

- What? - It's Bæsing.

Olaf's sword.

Still intact after all these years.

It's silver. Which we all know is a useless material to make weapons out of.

It's too soft.

But it doesn't rust, though.

What's this?

Careful.

This can't be right.

I think we'd better phone home.

Just hold it still for a second.

And down.

And

got it.

You just completed the quest and may level up before the final boss.

Look.

"Trolls shall not

from this land be expelled."

This changes everything.

"For all the injustice we have inflicted upon the Jotuns,

they shall have their home."

Jotunheimen.

He wasn't trying to eradicate them. He wanted to give them a home.

This is why Olaf was murdered.

The Church wanted to continue the eradication.

It's not Olaf he wants revenge on.

It's everything our nation is founded on.

It's all of us.

After unconfirmed reports, it became apparent yesterday

that a new giant monster is on the loose in the country

after Hemsedal was attacked.

Oh, how cute!

Images from Norway show the destruction caused by the monster.

A couple in Lesja had their house destroyed by a troll

for the second time.

There are reports of loss of life...

...both military and civilian. Simply terrible.

Trondheim was our capital a thousand years ago.

Is this a king trying to reclaim his throne?

The incident has sparked an international outcry.

If this is a threat to the motherland,

we will take control of the situation.

The events of the last 24 hours seem unreal to us all.

Sadly, we must now face the fact that

Trondheim is lost.

Prime Minister!

What's the strategy moving forward?

We're doing all we can to evacuate and protect the people of Trondheim.

But what happens after Trondheim?

That

will have to be addressed later. Thank you.

We have played all our cards.

But the enemy has broken through and will be in Trondheim within two hours.

We have deployed forces to evacuate as many people as possible.

Get out of there.

Copy that.

We can't leave.

No, we can't.

Okay, but, Kris, if you just...

Huh?

I can't in good conscience just walk away and watch this happen.

No way.

People,

good people, have sacrificed their lives.

We owe it to them to resist.

- Okay. - I'm in.

Andreas.

- Maybe you should... - Yeah.

You have a family to consider.

That's what I'm doing.

If Trondheim falls...

it won't stop there.

I'm staying.

Well, I live here.

Okay. What are we going to fight with?

Bullets and gunpowder won't work.

Church bells work to a certain degree.

That...

What weapons did Olaf use? Other than sunshine, of course.

Bæsing.

The silver sword? Does silver work?

- Silver must be magical, then. - Yeah.

The only magical thing about silver is that it doesn't corrode.

- It's water-resistant. - Right.

Maybe it's not the silver?

Don't look at me. You lost me way back.

Holy water.

- Yeah. - That's what Olaf used on the sword.

Nursery rhymes and superstition.

Okay, first of all, that's insane.

Second, we'll need a little more water than what's in that kiddie pool.

So what do we do?

Right.

Are you guys slow or something?

We've just stumbled upon one of the world's most mythical springs.

Saint Olaf's spring.

- We have ammo. - Now we need people.

Trondheim is being evacuated! Everyone, get on a bus!

Up here!

People of Trøndelag!

When the storm is raging,

it's easy to turn your back to it,

but I promise you that the sun that set this evening--

People, there's a psycho troll right around the corner.

We have a crazy plan and precious little time.

Who's with us?

- I'm down! - For Trondheim!

Thank you so much.

Perfect!

Great work, everyone!

Guys! The enemy is on the move!

Keep up the pace! Tempo, tempo!

Yeah, Siggy.

I promise. I'm just on bell duty.

I'll call you back.

Do you have faith?

When Mom died, I thought that if I just believed hard enough,

she'd be up there, watching over us.

But...

Well, faith isn't something that can be forced, so...

I have faith that she sees you.

And I have faith in you,

bonkers as you are.

It's thanks to you we're standing here together.

Or is it thanks to you?

What if we fail?

I'd rather follow my heart and fail than do something I don't believe in.

Yeah.

You're going to be a great dad.

I hope so.

If this works...

It has to.

Looks like you could use a fistful of Zen.

I've read your book, of course.

It was a hoot. You should write another.

Sequels are never any good anyway.

Balderdash!

Everyone loves sequels!

Nine-eight, on my command.

Roger. We're ready.

Okay, let's go.

Isaksen, it's showtime.

- Engage! - Let's play, guys!

Nine-eight, open fire!

Damn, I think it's working!

Isaksen! Status?

Nine-eight, pull out! I repeat, pull out!

Come get some.

This is working!

Or not.

We have to pull back.

Pull back!

Run!

Isaksen! Pull out!

Beautiful.

- Nora! - He's killing him!

We can shoot all we want. It won't pierce his skin.

But from the inside.

It has an ecosystem, and a heart that pumps in the body.

If we can get water inside the system, we can kill it from within.

How do we do that?

If we position the helicopter above his head,

we can drop the bomb into his mouth!

Isaksen, you've seriously watched way too many movies.

How many bombs do we have left?

This is the last one.

Whatever we do, we have to do it now.

Stall him!

Kris! I need a pilot!

Tell me. How are you gonna make him look up and open his mouth?

We'll figure it out as we go.

Wonderful.

- Got room for one more? - Please.

The detonator! We've lost the detonator!

- I'm going to land! - No!

Isaksen, it can only be triggered manually now.

How do you do that? How do you trigger it manually?

You need an explosive to ignite the bomb.

Like a hand grenade.

But the pin must be pulled right before the bomb enters his mouth.

So someone has to jump with the bomb and pull the pin on the way down.

Yes!

No!

No.

- Get us into position. - Isaksen.

Nora, we have to go.

- Nora? - No!

Nora! Run!

No!

Kris, it's now or never!

He won't stop here! It's up to us!

Nora!

Siggy!

Andreas.

Honey.

Did you go on a side quest?

It's like Spock says.

What do you mean?

We're in position.

Andreas, what are you...

Tell the little one that Daddy was--

That Daddy...

That Daddy was...

Superman.

But of course, it doesn't end here.

No, this fairy tale has only just begun.

Because when something falls...

it can be raised again.

And when someone is lost...

new life springs up.

Yes. Little Uhura.

New bonds are forged.

Old ones grow stronger.

And even in the darkest of times,

there is hope.

Hope...

of one day finding your family.

Hope of finding your way back,

back to a place where you can feel free.

A place you can call

home.