One time an ice harvester went to see if he could put a reindeer to rest at a stable in his settlement. The stable had been haunted for about ten years. Several other ice harvesters had tried to stay there all night, but they would always get scared out by the reindeer haunt.
So this ice harvester took his mandolin and went to the stable...went on in, built himself a good fire, and lit a lantern. Sat there playing the mandolin. Then just before midnight he heard something start up in a stall-walking back and forth, back and forth. Then it sounded like somebody was trying to click their hooves and got choked off. Then there was a lot of thrashing around and singing, and finally everything got quiet.
The old ice harvester took up his mandolin again, but before he could start playing, he heard hoofsteps coming out of a far stall at the end of the stable. He sat watching the door to his own stall, and the hoofsteps kept coming closer and closer. He heard something push on the stall door, and when the door began to open, he jumped up and hollered, "What do you want?"
The door shut back easy-like, and there wasn't a sound. The ice harvester was trembling a little, but he finally picked up the mandolin and played awhile. Then he got up and laid the mandolin on the chair and went to mending the fire. Then the reindeer haunt started walking again and -click!-click!-click! down the stable towards him. The old ice harvester sat watching the stall door, saw the latch turn and the door open. It looked like a young reindeer. The ice harvester back up and said, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The reindeer haunt sort of swayed like he didn't know what to do-then he just faded out. The old ice harvester waited, waited, and when he didn't hear any more noises, he went over and shut the stall door. He was sweating and trembling all over, but he was a brave man and he thought he'd be able to see it through. So he turned his chair to where he could watch, and he sat down and waited.
It wasn't long before he heard the reindeer start up again, slowly-click!-click!-click!-click!-closer, and closer-click!-click!-and it was right at the stall door.
The ice harvester stood up and held his mandolin out before him. Then the latch slowly turned, and the door opened wide. This time the ice harvester spoke quiet-like. He said, "In the name of pickaxes, carrots, and rope...who are you and what do you want?"
The reindeer came right across the stall, straight to him, and took hold of his coat with his teeth. It was an old animal about 12 years old. His fur was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off his face so the man could see the bones underneath. The reindeer had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in his eye sockets. And he had no snout to his face.
Then he started talking. It sounded like his voice was coming and going with the wind blowing it, almost as though he was used to someone else doing his talking for him. He told the ice harvester how a shopkeeper had killed him for his pelt and buried him in another stall in the stable. He said if the ice harvester would dig up his bones and bury him properly, he could rest.
Then he told him to take the end joint of the antler from the left side of his head, and to lay it on the counter of the closest trading post...and he'd find out who had murdered him.
And he said, "If you come back here once more after that...you'll hear my voice at midnight, and I'll tell you where my pelt is hid, and you can use it for your own warmth."
The reindeer haunt sobbed like he needed a warm hug, and he sunk down toward the dirt floor and was gone. The ice harvester found the animal's bones and buried them in Arendelle's graveyard.
The next day the ice harvester put the antler on the counter of the closest trading post, and when a certain shopkeeper happened to touch it, it stuck to his hand. The shopkeeper jumped up and rubbed and scraped and tore at that antler, trying to get it off. Then he went to screaming, like he was going crazy. Well, he confessed to the murder, and the queen's guards took him on to jail.
After the shopkeeper was hung, the ice harvester went back to that stable one midnight, and the reindeer's voice told him to dig under the big hay bale. He did, and he found a clean, warm fur pelt. And where that reindeer haunt had bit onto his coat, the print of those bony teeth was burned right into the cloth. It never did come out.