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The slight guest of wind didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon but he too felt it was nothing of importance to worry about. Shifting his wings slightly he gave a nod of his head. “A place to rest would be nice.” He had been flying for a little while and if the human was offering some place where he might rest he would not oppose it. Perhaps she could even tell him a bit more about this place. And she seemed curious enough about him he might even be willing to tell her a few things as well. 

It had been a few weeks since Hiccup had moved Berk to this new island, since he had given up the dragons and everyone’s life changed again and again all because of him. The days were long and hard and he often wondered if he did the right thing, if his father would have been proud of what he did or if he would have been ashamed of him. 

He sat on a large rock that overlooked the new village but also gave a fantastic view of the ocean, of the horizon where the dragons all left and vanished to the hidden world. He stared out hoping that one day they would come back, but he knew they never would, it wasn’t safe for them. As he sat there with his thoughts watching the sunset he heard Astrid’s voice and felt her come and take a seat next to him, “Yeah I’m ok, just thinking.” he said a little melancholily as he continued to think for a moment more before he turned to look at his beautiful wife. 

Astrid tilted her head and looked from him to the view. She knew what he was thinking about. She knew how hard this still was for him. She took a deep breath and smiled softly. “You know, I keep having a dream that one day we’d see them again,” she said. “Gothi would be able to give a better description of what the dream means, but...I think it’s something that may come true one day.”

❁ ❁  For someone listening to this the first time, this would have been very baffling. Perhaps being dead saved her from being interrogated any further, as that itself should have been plentiful evidence.

 “  Yes.  ” She responded bluntly. “  & I’ve been wandering for ages trying to find your cemetery.  ” If they had one–no, they should have had one. Regardless of where she was, there were people, living people, & they had to bury them somehow–right? “  You don’t happen to know where it is…¿do you?  ”

Astrid wrinkled her eyebrows. They didn’t have a cemetery. Whenever someone passed on to Valhalla, they sent them away on a dinghy in the ocean. They would shoot fire arrows to the boat, setting it on fire so that the soul would be released and the boat would sink to the depths. 

@starsinxhereyes liked for a little thing! ( Elsa )

“You know, the more you practice, the easier it gets to control it. It might seem like this huge, scary, uncontrollable thing– but it’s easier than it looks. Trust me.”

He toys with a snowflake; watching the small blip of white flutter around his fingers before letting it free. Of course, while they both had their difference - the biggest being she was human while he was a spirit - snow and ice were just that: snow and ice. Temperamental, frigid, and unpredictable, but not untameable.

Jack stuffs his hand back into his pockets, rocking faintly on his heels, centering his gaze towards the Queen. “– You’re too emotional. It’s the first thing you should work on.”

Elsa watched with envy as the spirt carelessly toyed with the snowflake. Icy blue eyes followed the flake before they rest upon the spirit. His words were familiar. Her powers did reflect her emotions more than anything. The more emotional she was, the stronger her powers.