Fires blazed, roaring over panicked shouts and the whistle of rocks flying over the twilit shadows running under burning houses, between the panicked shadows a small group stood standing up against the unseen enemy. Fires blazing fiercely a house's roof collapsed on itself sending furious flames into the streets but the group stood strong facing the broken dark gates. One stepped forward and turned to his followers, helmet lit by the angry red and orange of the fires and raising his axe into the air roaring with the fire. The sky was lit by the unrelenting fire as more projectiles where launched into the burning village, the stones clashed with the wood and stone of walls and houses, but one building still stood tall, in the centre of the village the Great Hall's mighty stone walls held out against the rocks and it's metal doors withstood the incessant flames threatening the village and standing atop it a great hammer stood. Carved out of the very stone of the black mountains of the north, the sign of their protector and patron, Thor, stood proudly atop the Hall.

Then the rain of stones stopped and the fires began to dim, the air grew cold as the very breath of the warriors that guarded the village turned into mist, then out of the broken gates a mist blew into the village covering it in its icy mantle. The silence took over the village nobody dared to move, every breath seemed to grow heavier. Then out of the mist, gray ghosts appeared, standing many men tall and steps that shook the very earth they stood upon giants of grey ice and metal seemed to form themselves out of the mist and standing between them was one bigger than the rest, crowned with a golden helmet and armed with two axes that could cut even the greatest trees in one fell sweep, Falghast, king of the Ice giants, looked on at the few humans who dared stand in his way.

With the force of a hundred men he swept his axe through the group sending them flying into the various houses, then stepping forward towards the great hall, he raised his axe and threw it. The axe flew straight on through the cold threads of mists that rose from the ground, embedding itself with metallic scrape into the great hammer. The axe and the hammer stood for a couple seconds before a hairline crack started to form on the hammer, slowly expanding outwards the crack began to grow wider and longer heading towards the ends of the hammer before finally the hammer finally fell, crumbling into pieces in front of the metal doors. Above it the axe remained embedded into the top of the great hall.

Then a roar of triumph was heard over the frozen night, like the sound of breaking ice it resounded throughout the village, as the giants rushed in after their king, destroying the last remains of the village. Falghast watched as his warriors destroyed and pillaged the human homes and stood as two of his warriors began to try and pull the metal gates of the great hall open. Falghast pushed them aside and breathed in.

He blew out and a white wind as cold as a winter blizzard covered the door, covering it in an ice cap to form over it, and then he punched it causing it to shatter. Stepping into the great hall, he looked around seeing the cowering figures of humans. He slowly turned back towards the door allowing his warriors to enter.

He kept going back towards the broken gates as two giants argued over a parchment that they held, they grew silent as the king got closer.

"Where is the next target?"

The smaller one of the two responded by showing him a map of the north with various locations circled out, one small island stood near the western edge of the map, near it was drawn a white mist with various dragons seeming to fly out of it.

"We will move on at daybreak, meanwhile begin the ceremony."

The two giants bowed respectfully at their king and called one of them took out a horn, a long sad wail sounded through the dark village reverberating throughout the now empty great hall. Then in the distance several blue fires lit up around the outskirts of the village, then as the sound of the horn ended the fires exploded upwards into twelve columns of blue light, the columns arched forward and concentrated into a point above the great hall, then slowly at first it began to turn and it kept going each time faster and faster until it became a uniform ice blue, as it turned the sides started to recede and all the flames concentrated above the great hall, forming a small sun of ice blue fire illuminating the dark village in a blue haze then it fell and exploded outwards. A wave of blue fire swept through village and expanded outwards, consuming everything in its way and leaving nothing more than a frozen wasteland in its wake.

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Astrid stood in the centre of a great long house illuminated by a large fire pit in the centre of it, the fire lit up the walls with twisting shadows; she remembered how in her childhood she had looked at these during the winter months imagining all sorts of monsters and battles that where fought by the constantly moving shadows. Looking at the shadows she got nearer to the fire pit. As she got nearer she noticed that there was someone standing near it.

"Come closer, you're surely cold."

She warily got closer to the fire and looked at the man who had talked, he was under a heavy cloak, his hands were covered in metal gauntlets and hanging from his waist was an impressive hammer covered in various runes. As she got nearer she noticed his sheer size, he was huge, but there was something familiar about him.

"Hello Astrid."

"How do you know my name?"

"I've seen you many times before, although you've grown since the last time I saw you."

"What?"

"You don't have a lot of time, remember this, a great danger is coming, beware of winter's breath and embrace the fire."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry but that is all I have time for."

"Wait!"

He turned away with whirl of his cloak and headed towards the shadows deep in the building then he turned once more. Astrid followed after him.

"I'll be seeing you around."

Then suddenly Astrid was pulled into the darkness as thunder sounded around her, then slowly light started to filter through her closed eyelids.

Incorporating herself she saw that she was in her bed and light was starting to come in through the window, as well as the flapping and morning calls of Berk's newest residents. She stood up and walked towards the window; outside she could see the town of Berk and dotted periodically all around it, various forms of dazzling colours roosting all around it. The one nearest to her slept in front of her window and it happened to be looking at itself in a metal bowl. She smiled down at the Deadly Nadder

"Of all the dragons I had to get the one who was self-conscious."

Sighing she closed the window getting ready for her day.

I don't own HTTYD

I hope i can make this into a multichapter project, but no promises, you aren't forced to give me your opinion but i'd apreciate it, also i will ignore childish and/or uneeded remarks.