Chapter Two: Reveal

The auburn stared up in disbelief, Jakul Frosti the frost spirit his dad always told tales about was now standing before him. Not just standing before him but talking to him.

"Hey uh you okay, shorty?" he asked now kneeling before the auburn

"Ehh uhh"

The auburn was muttering jumbled nonsense as he jumped back a few feet, still alarmed by the fact a frost spirit was affront him. Even in this shocked state the auburn was unable to remove his eyes from Jack's, the frost spirit stared intently at the auburn as if searching in his eyes for something. The frost spirits eyes soon began to wander as him and the auburn were in this dream like state, unable to move, speak, or even turn away.

His blue eyes began to wander down the auburn, such a predicament he was in. Frozen to death never a glorious sight, at least the kid wasn't that badly scared. The frost spirits eyes instantly darted to the four fingers sticking out from under the child's sleeve, tiny purple appendages with black nails and crimson crystals? Frozen blood?

Sensing the stare the auburn retorted back his fingers hiding them under the long green fabric he called a sleeve. Of course all subtle hints were ignored as the frost spirit grabbed the child's hand yanking it (along with him) forward to where he was balancing on his knees.

His hand was worst then assumed frostbitten with open wounds, the blood within has frozen leading to the crackling and dull pain.

"Don't!" the auburn yelled taking his hand back

"What?" the frost spirit asked confused

"Don't touch me…." The auburn said holding his hands to his chest his eyes blood red ready for the stream of tears to begin

"Look shorty, your hands are frozen and unless you enjoy the pain and cracking I'd suggest you let me see 'em" he said slightly annoyed

The auburn shook his head in disapproval

"Don't even come near me!" the auburn barked back moving away from the spirit

The frost spirit said not a word but did wear a disapproving and slightly annoyed expression

"Just lemme see your hands and you can get back to sulking"

"I wasn't sulking!"

"Just let me see your hands" he said getting more agitated

"No, I don't need your help" the auburn said standing and walking off, where to? Anywhere but here.

"So you'd rather being unable to use your hands"

"No, why should I even trust you? Why do you care?"

"As Jakul Frosti, I'm supposed to make children happy with ice and snow. And you are clearly unhappy so it's my job to fix ya"

"Yeah I'm unhappy, I wake up with this all over me" he said gesturing to the purple and cracked skin

"No one can hear or see me, even my own dragon has rejected me. And then someone who clearly doesn't have two ores in the water insisting on helping me!" he said in a huff pacing left and right

"You feel any better, shorty?" the frost spirit asked monotonous

"Yes actually, but I need to find out whats going on" the auburn said about to scurry off

"You're dead" the frost spirit said flatly

"What…?" the auburn asked his face turning even paler

"Dead, ya know when your heart stops or in your case gets frozen to death, no one can see ya not that they would generally want to. Most of the time people move on instantly but some aren't so lucky, some weird stories about an unfulfilled life, I dunno some sort of mumbo-jumbo like that" he said plainly tossing his staff between hands bored

Dead, how could he be dead? He was firmly affixed to the ground, he could feel the rich soil, the whistling wing, and the cooling night. How could someone dead feel all that? Weren't dead people supposed to be six feet under doing nothing?

The ground had seemed to evaporate from around him, as he felt like he was floating in midair, pure insanity.

"H-h-ho-how can that be, how can I be dead? How can I still be here?" Hiccup asked voice and mind trembling

"Five years" the frost spirit said matter of factly

"No, you're…you're lying!" he yelled

"No actually, snow storm of…..well can't remember the year…But I assure you are"

"I'm not dead, I can't be dead!" he yelled flailing his arms tears beginning to roll down his cheeks

Twisting around the auburn the frost spirit could see the child's horrified expression, eyes blood red, tears pouring down like the Niagara Falls, he held his hands close to his eyes longing to wipe away the tears but not wanting his throbbing hands to touch his face.

"Hey you gonna be alright?" the frost spirit asked with an outreached hand

He shook his head violently before pushing the frost spirit back a few feet

"Hey shorty…?" he asked moving near

The auburn shaked his head viciously again, his inflames purple and black hands covering his face in an attempt to conceal the rapid tears. Transcending into himself in an attempt to null the tears, but with the tremendous pain slowly creeping up his arm like a snake it was easier said than done.

The icy hand which lay on his shoulder spreading the bone chilling down his arm back to the tips on his finger, causing the auburn child to quiver.

"I said do not touch me!" the auburn yelled tossing the frost spirits arm aside, yelling through his tears

Just as swiftly as the frost spirit blinked the enraged auburn who previously stood before him had recede from sight. Not even foot prints had been left behind.

Sprinting full speed, feet crashing against the ground with each stride, stones, ice, and branches forcing themselves into the child's foot. Slowly piercing in deeper with each stride, elderly blood trickle from the wound, dying the snow a revolting brown.

Air dashing into his lungs stinging him like a thousand needles, his air ways becoming tighter as less and less air managed to thrust itself in. Slowly to a halt, vision wavering the auburn felt ready to pass out as his head felt like it was hovering above Valhalla. Panting his lungs unable to thrust in air, his air waves sealing as he fell to his knees.

Gazing around he was unable to recognize where he was, he was on Berk he was pretty sure of that. But his surroundings baffled him, tall maple trees with thick layers of snow, grass sprung through the snowy surroundings with a petite river a mere three feet away.

The crinkling of branches behind him sent him back into flight mode, bouncing back onto his aching feet and sprinting again. The frigid water made the dull ache in his foot rise as the mucky water slithered its way into the untreated wounds, pushing tiny fragments of dirt into the still bleeding cuts.

Just exiting the running river the auburn hurtled towards the ground catching his prosthetic on a rock. The thundering sound of fractured branches arose from behind him becoming louder and louder by the second, his prosthetic remained stationary affixed between two large rocks.

A gust of sparkling snow filled wind brisked through, reliving the prosthetic of its position. Jolting his foot back to his side, taking no though to the previous occurrence he scuttled to his feet, off sprinting again.

Drowning in a sea of sorrow and confusion he was unaware of what he was looking for nor what he hoped to find. He simply grasped onto any sliver of hope that he will wake up from this nonstop nightmare.

All hope was crumpled into fragments as the auburn was met with a dead end, the trees stared down menacing as they taunted him for being unable to decipher his own island.

A cold grip like that of an icy rope wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling him into the undefined darkness. The grip tightened cutting of circulation as the auburn was pulled deeper into the bramble, twigs pulling at his already torn clothing. The mist flowed through his veins chocking him with its frigid presence.

Unable to scream, unable to shout the auburn gave into his capture, the adrenalin which had previously been galloping through his veins had ceased as the fatigue began to take hold. Mind wavering until the pull on his arm and his mind had disconnected.

Heavy eye lids with water filled bones, feet heavy as cement blocks. His head hung low as a show pony, long black lashes meeting his cheeks. All colour soon began to fade, the last image to be seen was a pair of glowing icy blue eyes cutting the darkness in half.

So you people happy?

Love Luna