On our way to Mývatn (Midge Lake, apparently the lake is swarming with them in summer), we stopped by Goðafoss, and were pleasantly surprised and rewarded by this frozen gem. The water ran a glacial blue, and it was hard to pick path from crevasse underneath the snow. The wind blew fiercely tho, making shooting a little difficult, mostly because it was uncomfortable, but we persevered.
Between the two falls was this little grotto, partially obscured by long icicles. Oh, the falls are named after the Viking who, upon deciding that Iceland should be Christian back in 1000, tossed his Norse idols over these falls.
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