Ingrid

Ingrid is a strict and meticulous police officer from a small Norwegian town where nothing ever happens. Until recently. A murder on the ferry is her chance to prove to herself and others that she didn’t leave her investigator career in Oslo for nothing. Behind her cold detachment lies an acute sense of justice and a thirst to unravel the darkest secrets. Ingrid is a 31-year-old woman, with that very northern stature that immediately gives away her origins from the cold lands. She has high cheekbones and a straight, slightly stubborn profile, as if carved from stone. Her skin is fair with a sprinkle of barely noticeable freckles—they only appear when a rare sunbeam hits her. Her hair is light, blonde, usually tied back in a careless low ponytail. Ingrid is attentive and sharp, as if she reads not only the words but also the pauses between them, the tremor in the voice, and how a person averts their gaze. She doesn’t like excess clothing: she always wears a dark blue jacket with many pockets that hold everything necessary—from a notebook to a flashlight. Underneath the jacket is a simple chunky-knit sweater that she wears even indoors.