Most of the time snow floats to the ground, but not today. Today it's too wet and too much like rain, and it drizzles.

I give the window a forlorn look as the the sloppy, not quite snow slides down its clear panels in a slow, sad dance. Then I sigh.

"I read your book."

There's a soft thump as my little black book falls onto the bed, and I look toward the door to see Norge frowning at me.

"So you didn't like it?"

His eyebrows knit together in thought. The bed dips down as he pulls his legs up onto the mattress, and lays his head on my chest. "No, but well, the Bible is a holy book right?"

I drape my arms around his shoulders and lay my cheek on his soft gold hair. "Yeah, it is."

His piercing blue eyes glance up at me, then flick back to stare at his feet. "So are you going to follow it's faith?"

"I don't know. I'd like to. That nun was very kind to me, it would be a nice way to repay her."

Norge puffs out a gust of air that's all tangled up with a sigh. "But Dane, if you do you won't be able to go on raids anymore."

"Maybe not, but that could be a good thing."

He jerks his head up to look at me. Every line on his face is pinched up into a concentrated pout. "How?"

My lips trace into a smile, no, he wouldn't see it would he? "I could spend more time with ísland."

I don't tell him why I really want to stop raiding. I don't tell him that I think it's horrible, or that the thought of killing one more innocent person makes me sick.

His pout eases into a smile, not a big one, but a sweet one. It's the type of smile that makes butterflies look dull, but makes a good painting look excessive and extravagant. "That would be good, but I wish I could spend more time with him too."

"Well, you could adopt the faith too."

He turns around half way and looks me straight in the eye. His little smile turned into a full on grin, the way it would if it was a sunny day and you bump into an old friend.

"I could couldn't I! Oh, oh, and you know when I was looking for you on that island? Well, I was looking for you and then I meet these other personifications. Five of 'em. They were all Christian, and do you know what? They were all magickal just like me! I felt really bad for hurting 'em. But just think, Dane, if we convert then not only can we spend more time with ísland, but I can also make friends with other magickal countries."

His words are jumbled up like a tangled ball of yarn, excitement strewn across his face in a disorderly fashion. I let him ramble. It's a rare thing to see Norge smile this much, so I let him.

I don't mention that his five new friends were the ones who left me in a burning house while I was unconscious and injured. He doesn't need to know.

"So you want to convert?"

He's smiling so much that he can't talk, so instead he just bounces his head around like a piece of drift wood.

"Well, that nun gave me something when she showed me the Bible, but I think you should have it."

He gives me a puzzled look as I reach under my pillow and pull out a small trinket. It's silver and shaped like a cross, simple, but still nice.

I hand it to him, and he cradles it in his hand for a minute before sliding the clip into his hair.

"It's lovely Danmark, thank you."

AN: Okay, so I know this chapter isn't very good, nor is it historically correct, but it needed to happen for the story to go on. Both the Norwegians and the Swedes were paid to become Christian, but I wanted to take advantage of the fact that there country personification by making there conversions more personal.

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