This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the heriddian of Misery. It snows nine months out of the year and hails the other three.

My village. This is the place where I was born, and also the place where I died.

Whoa! Hold up! Kind of a somber way to start off a fairy tale, right? Who wrote this script? What are they going to think? 'This is a sucky place don't ever come to visit much less with relatives or loved ones'? And what do you mean by 'place where I died'?...

Wait! I'm dead?!

(Hiccup…)

…Sorry.

Anyways, on we go.

(Thank you.)

So that, is Berk. Hunting, fishing, view of the sunset yata, yata, yata…Wait Dragons?! We should have started with that one! 'Come to Berk we have dragons!'. Why did you have to make the place that I was born sound like some kind of birth place to the anti-christ.

(Hiccup, that was the point. Please stop interrupting the script and actual read it?)

No! What is this, Berk was a great place to live!

(…)

Okay…so I wasn't very well liked in the beginning…but I proved myself!

(…)

Okay, so I almost died trying to save the village from an evil queen dragon but I-

(You did die.)

Wait…what was that?

(You did die. Hiccup, you're dead)

That's ridiculous. How am I talking to these lovely people if I'm dead?

(Hiccup, that is WHY we were getting through the script…)

…oh. Well then, maybe we shouldn't have given me this job in the first place.

(But it's your story.)

So? You could have had Jack read it.

(Jack?)

Jackson Overland? He lived in the village bordering mine, don't tell me you don't know the great Jackson Overland! He was the best story teller to ever live! He was the most fun and kind person, even though he was a bit of a prankster, he was just about the bestest friend I ever had- Sorry Toothless- I should really introduce you to him, he's got a great sense of-

(He's dead too.)

Humor…which obvious you lack. Okay. Stop killing people off. I'm serious, there has got to be some form of punishment of sadists like you. Isn't this called murder?

(Hiccup, just…okay. It's okay. We don't need the whole prelude shpeel. Just tell them who you are and where you live NOW.)

Wait, I don't think I wanna let this one go. How do you even know Jack is dead.

(Oh my god. Overland is Frost. Hiccup.)

Overland is Frost? What does that even…wait, Jack Frost? My Jackson Overland turned into that jerk-face Frost?! You have got to be kidding me! Then why didn't he recognize me!

(You didn't recognize him either.)

Well excuse me for not knowing that my brunet friend likes going to the salon to dye his hair white every week! He's completely different how am I supposed to recognize that?!

(Oh man, I don't get paid enough for this.)

You don't get paid at all!

(Just-…Stop and breath for a bit. Let's go back a little for these people okay? They aren't understanding anything. Can you do that? Can you tell them about your life so far right up to this point?)

Which beginning are we talking about here?

(Your death.)

Wow…way to put it gently.

Fine. I'll tell them the whole story.

Everything began on the day that I died. The woman in the sun spoke to me that day, her voice light and small, gentle in my mind like the cool breeze of autumn.

"Welcome. The spirit of change."