It was a cool summer evening in Denmark and the Danish personification was out with the Swedish and Norwegian personifications.
A girl of about five years in age was standing on the beach, her feet in the water as she stared out at the waters with bright blue eyes.
Her name is Annebeth and it had been a couple years since her mother died protecting her.
Annebeth's red and white dress billowed in the wind.
A ship was arriving nearby and Annebeth paid no mind to it. Three people on the ship had looked out to see her standing there.
"Who's she?" One asked, his accent Norwegian and a curl in his blonde hair.
The second shrugged and, in a Swedish accent, said, "I don't know."
It was then that the third jumped off the ship and landed in the water with a splash.
"Danmark, what are you doing?" The Norwegian asked.
The Dane, known as Matthias, looked up at his brothers.
"I'm going to talk to the girl," he told them.
With that, Matthias walked to Annebeth. She watched his every movement.
"Hej little one," he said to her.
"Hej," she responded. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He couldn't help but ask. Annebeth shrugged.
"I have nowhere to stay," she told him.
Almost immediately, Matthias' smile dropped and his eyes widened a bit.
Didn't take long for him to smile again.
"How would you like to be a Viking?"
That made Annebeth's eyes widen.
"Danmark, are you sure that's a good idea?" The Swedish personification asked when he and the Norwegian appeared by the Dane.
Matthias looked at his fellow personifications.
"Ja, of course I am Sverige."
He looked at Annebeth when she took hold of his wrist.
"I want to go with you, papa."
When Annebeth said the last word, it made three sets of eyes widen.
Had she really just said that?
And to Matthias of all people?
It was then that Matthias placed a hand on her head and pulled her into a hug.
Blinking, Annebeth slowly wrapped her arms around Matthias.
It didn't take long for the trio to find out that Annebeth is the personified version of one of the Dane's cities, which would explain why she claimed him as papa.
When Matthias and Annebeth walked into their king's throne room, they were met with guards who separated the two.
Of course, there was struggling from the two Danish personifications to try and get free.
At that moment, the king spoke up.
"So, this is the girl that stole from me a couple years ago."
"Wait... What?" Matthias asked.
"Stole?"
The Dane personification looked from the king to his daughter.
"Is it true Annebeth?"
Annebeth looked away from Matthias and the king. "..." She hadn't said it loud enough for anyone to hear.
No one seemed to notice the light buzzing emanating from her.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" The king asked.
"I didn't know!" She shouted, sending waves of energy from it.
Said energy knocked the guards off their feet and damaged one of the castle walls.
Surprised, Matthias looked at the guards, then the damaged wall, then at Annebeth.
This also made the king stand up and stare at the girl.
Clearly neither knew this about her.
"My mother died a couple years before and I had nowhere to turn. She told me stories of three Vikings. One Danish, a second Swedish, and the third Norwegian. She'd say how they're not like anyone she'd ever met. Now I know. They're Danmark, Sverige, and Norge. And it was then that I realized Danmark is my father."
