DISCLAIMER: I don't own HTTYD I only own my OCs


Rose's POV:

The ride is next to unbearable. I am cramped in a tiny plane next to strangers on my way to my dad's faculty in the of a frozen waste land! For a multimillionaire's and world-famous fashion designer's daughter you think he could do better than a death trap with wings. Why can't I just take my private jet?! I mean that's what we got it for, right?! Instead of luxurious comfort I'm cramped into a plane meant for two with five in here and the big, puffy fur coats doesn't help at all.

I keep bouncing around in my seat because of the wind blowing, pushing and shoving the death trap with wings around like a toy. I have to deal with this to go see my dad up in the north pole. I have to deal with this disaster every year. I see my dad literally like five minutes: when we get off the plane, when I unpack, and when we get on the plane. The rest of the time he's bragging to his colleagues about his "state of the art, five-star facility".

We just passed Greenland, 5 months ago a plane disappeared in this area. None of the wreckage was found, no bodies or survivors either. That thought sent chills down my spine. The thought of being lost and alone and cold floating on a piece of wreckage in the middle of the arctic ocean. The thought of it. I decided to not to focus on the worst case scenario, not to focus on it. So I pulled up my fur hood up and used it as a pillow and drifted into a dreamless sleep.


"Ow! Watch where your going pilot! My Dad is the one who signs your paycheck!" I said rubbing my head and brushing my auburn bangs out of my face. The other passengers looked at me with slight fear but mostly with the "Really?-Your-playing-that-card" look. They probably think I'm a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, when she wants it but I'm not like that. I'm not a princess, I'm far from it. I may like skirts, dresses, jewelery and makeup and have rich parents but I am NOT A FREAKING PRINCESS! I'm a fashion designer protegé with an edge. I know how to fight. I'm a black belt in kung-fu so I know how to defend my self.

"Hey, pilot when are we landing? I want to get off this rust bucket." I said. "Yes sir, when are we landing?" Asked the woman next to me. We got no answer. As I'm still bouncing around in my seat being thrown around like a rag doll. I look out my window. I see nothing, absolute white out. A feeling of panic began to well up inside me. My worst fears began to flash before my eyes. BOOM! I am brought back to reality. "OK, what is was that?!" I said totally frightened. The other passengers all look at each other with fear quite obvious between us. I get out of my seat and walk to the entrance of the of the cockpit.

I see a streak of dark grey smoke against the windshield. "Ok, please tell me that is not what I think it is." I said pointing to the smoke. "I wish I could Ms. Rose." He said. I walk back to my seat and buckled it. I touched the teal rose on my choker and murmured to my self "Mommy." As a single tear rolled down my cheek. After that, absolute hell broke loose.

Three of the passengers started screaming. The other one started looking for parachutes or life vest or something frantically. I sat there knowing my worst fear was coming true. My life flashed before my eyes. The thought of it flooded my thoughts. Then a gust of cold wind brought me back to reality. The man who was searching frantically found two parachutes and organized the other three screaming people to use the single person parachutes like two person parachutes. Both pairs then jumped out the exit and disappeared in the storm.

Minutes passed that felt like hours. Then the plane crashed on to a beach. I closed my eyes and heard metal snap like twigs and bend like made its made of wet clay. Sharp metal edges scraped my arms and legs. The metal twisted and bended in a way that it crush my left leg. Then a sharp piece of metal stabbed my side. I screamed in pain. I was losing blood fast. As minutes passed by I was losing hope of surviving. I touched the rose on my necklace and murmured " Please, Mommy." As tears rolled down my cheeks. As I was losing conciseness I noticed something. Through the snow in the distance was the shape of a man riding a weird shaped horse. And with my last ounce of conciseness I yelled weakly "Help!" As ever thing went black.

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