Me: Heeeeeeeeello! :D
Tintin: Please, god, make it stop.. -hides in a corner- TT n TT
Me: Oh come now! This'll be the last (-cough-nope-cough-) Tintin fic I'll ever write! Promise! ^ u ^
Tintin: Alright. If you say so. - n -
Me: Alright! I, AkuRoku18, do not own the Adventures of Tintin, nor am I making profits off of my fanfictions! :D
Tintin: Yeah... you people enjoy this... hopefully last fanfic. TT u TT
Me: Of course, of course! (-cough- NOPENOTREALLY -cough- ) ^L^
Operation: Dödsfälla
Prologue
January 8, 1941
It was the coldest winter in Scandinavia in quite a long time. Ice and snow coated nearly everything from Denmark to Iceland. High winds wracked the cities of Sweden, Norway, and Finland. The winter felt particularly cold to the people of Norway and Denmark. Germany had invaded the two countries in April, 1940 and captured the two in June the same year.
The winter was so cold, newspaper companies from all over the world sent reporters to the occupied countries. England, Finland, America, Turkey, France, Belgium. Le Petit Vingtieme had sent their best reporter to Köngsvinger, Norway to write on the winter. The plane –Flight 457- landed in Köngsvinger. The passengers exited the plane and walked into the airport to avoid the frigid wind. One of the passengers in particular had his hood up over his ginger hair that curved up into a tuft. He had a long, dark blue trench coat on with white fur, which he thought was ridiculous, lining the hood. A little white dog followed him closely at his heels. He barked up at his master.
"Right, Snowy. We'll get to the hotel right away," the reporter said cheerfully. "It's cold out there! Le Petit Vingtieme wasn't lying, eh?"
The young man threw off his hood, fully showing the ginger quiff. Tintin had come to Norway.