"Myths aren't real Hiccup, they're just not. They're something to keep children occupied," Fishlegs wrung his hands a bit at Hiccup.

"Who brings winter then, if not a spirit?" Hiccup motioned at the ice surrounding them.

"Actually, the earth's tilt around the sun causes the seasons to change. The parts of the earth that are tilted away from the sun, and are farther away, are in winter while the places that tilts closer to the sun are in summer," Fishlegs spouted out, like he was on some script.

"Nevermind, thanks," and Hiccup turned on his mechanical leg and limps across the town again.

He'd left Toothless in this morning; letting him sleep through the cold while he had to go out to get supplies. That's when he'd seen the white-haired boy. He hadn't ever seen him and Vikings didn't take in strangers. The boy had a shepard's crook and was skating around bare-foot over the ice. At this, Hiccup had dropped all of the food he'd carried. It was ridiculous, really. Where was his cold sensitivity? Hiccup had gathered his things from the ground, and was walking towards the boy to ask if he was cold- and that he should really go get his boots, when a few kids starting running at him. Hiccup dropped his things again to run at them, as if that would've stopped them from running the other boy over. Instead of knocking the boy clear across the ice- they ran straight through him.

"Hiccup, are you okay?" Fishlegs had walked over from whatever he'd been doing before. But Hiccup was still watching the ice boy- who was now floating in the air, making snow tornadoes, and kicking up ice balls he threw at unsuspecting targets.

"Do you see that..." Hiccup was still kind of shell-shocked and his brain wasn't thinking of a word to call this boy. "...that...spirit?" Hiccup finished as it clicked. He leaned down smartly and starting picking up his things again.

"Spirit?" Fishlegs question, stooping to help Hiccup.

"Jack Frost! That's his name!" Hiccup snapped his fingers, dropping his basket again.

"Jack Frost is a Myth, Hiccup," Fishlegs sighed, helping his with the supplies again.

"He's the spirit of winter," Hiccup glanced back over at the boy- who had his back turned and was laughing.

"Myths aren't real Hiccup, they're just not. They're something to keep children occupied," Fishlegs wrung his hands a bit at Hiccup.

"Who brings winter then, if not a spirit?" Hiccup motioned at the ice surrounding them.

"Actually, the earth's tilt around the sun causes the seasons to change. The parts of the earth that are tilted away from the sun, and are farther away, are in winter while the places that tilts closer to the sun are in summer," Fishlegs spouted out, like he was on some script.

"Nevermind, thanks," and Hiccup turned on his mechanical leg and limped across the town again, with his basket.

Which brings us back to the thinking Hiccup. He pulled out his journal, writing down ideas already, to not only prove that 'nipping at your nose' Jack Frost was real, but that he could be dangerous. Maybe it was just for a Viking perspective. To gather more believers. And so, along the way of limping home Hiccup began plan "Nipping at Your Nose". It was all in good fun, though. Maybe give him a break from the hard and heavy dragon training he'd been putting in lately.