To me, the Nordic has always been associated with these gloomy, bearded, taciturn types, the product of the harsh environment they live in, and the endless winters spent in turf houses over dark mythology tales.
So, my expectations of Iceland – a borderline uninhabitable rock somewhere near the Arctic Circle – and its inhabitants – descendants of a folk hooked on animal skins and horned headgear – were that of a tough nation living in perfect sync with the extreme topography of their land.