Krampus was finally pushed back towards the pit once the hostages had been saved, and that was close enough for Ingvar.

With a deep, island-wide groan that was about as close to a toddler tantrum as a geographic landmass could make, the lava shot back up through the pit, propelling a krispy Krampus towards...somewhere.

Not Ingvar's problem any more. But he was keeping all of the cute toys!