I believe we have a choice in this world, about how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you can sugarcoat it. Nothing is too messed up that can't be fixed with a Demi Lovato or Idina Menzel song. I like that version as much as the next girl does. It's just not the truth. This is the truth.

-Anna. Hey, make some friends!

-Me: Whoa! Sorry.

-Him: My bad. I'm Hiccup Haddock the 3, I've been in college about a year and a half. What's your name?

-Me: Elsa.

-Hiccup: What's your full name?

-Me: Elsa Ice Winters. Why are you staring at me?

-Hiccup: Because you're beautiful.

-Hiccup: So, what's your story?

-Me: I was scanned when I was thirteen-

-Hiccup: No no no, your real story.

-Me: I am, quite unextraordinary.

-Hiccup: I reject that on the hand.

-Anna: You know Hiccup talks about you all the time.

Me: We're just friends.

Hiccup: I hope you realize you trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my affection for you.

Me: Hiccup I'm a grenade. And, one day, I'm going to blow up, and I'm going to obliterate everything in my wake, and I don't, want to hurt you.

Hiccup: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you.

Hiccup: I am in love with you, Elsa Winters. And I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, but I am in love with you.

Hiccup: All your efforts to keep me from you are gonna fail.

Both laughing.

Me: We are hotness!

Anna: Are you angry?

Me: So angry.

Hiccup: You need a break sometime.

Me: You gave me a forever within any number of days, but I can't tell you how they fly by for a little infinity.

Hiccup: It's a good life, Elsa Winters. Okay?

Me: Okay.

~Elsa Ice Winters,

The Fault in Our Hearts.