The heroic brunette rushed in, using his crossed arms as a shield for the wall of fire. As he walked through, sense of heat was quickly felt, but he was spurred on by the sense of heat itself as well. He immediately stopped, and checked for any fire on his body. Nothing was found.

"Okay..." He looked behind him to see the horror face on the mother of the baby. He gave one assuring nod to tell the woman that he's got the problem. The gesture wasn't very assuring, but she returned the nod.

Hiccup soon heard the baby crying on the second floor. Seeing the wooden staircase that led to the second floor was still intact, he rushed on. But some obstacles of burning objects such as tables, chairs, and the wooden walls themselves slowed down the male. When he reached the first step of the staircase, there was a small hole on the floor. His hand reached the table on his left to prevent himself from losing balance, but little did he know, the table was blazing on fire. So his hand made a contact with the fire, and his brain immediately sensed the burning feeling, he pulled his hand back in reflex.

"GAH!"

The fire left a burnt mark on his hand, he could see the edges of his nails were blacked. Some flesh were exposed, with ashes to cover it. Ignoring to the fact that his hand was burnt, he surged on. This time, he hopped to the staircase in order to reach it, and he did it rather successfully. He ultimately brought himself to the second floor, and the heat wave was getting stronger as he sensed it. Mostly was radiated from the roof on top of him, and he could see why, the roof was the biggest burning object of the house. The burning structure that supported the roof's weight was not helping Hiccup, it was only decreasing his limited time to save the baby.

The viking looked around for the baby, and he found a baby cradle near the window that exposed the view to the crowd in front of the house. And there he was, the brown haired baby crying out loud to beg his helpless mother to help himself. And his hero was there, gently picking him up in his caring arms.

Time was being consumed fast by the intense fire, so the viking rushed back. As he was stepping down the stairs, a few panels of woods crashed its way down to the staircase, leaving a hole between the duo and the rest of the stairs. Gathering his courage, he hopped with full thrust in his muscles. The god of luck was on his side, he managed to jump over the obstacle.

The door was only a few feet left, and the god of bad luck hopped on his back to give his life more weight. The wall of fire was higher than before, and running through it might not seem much of a good idea, especially with a vulnerable baby in his arms. His eyes scanned for any alternative way, and again, the god of luck fought back. He spotted the mother of the baby spreading her arms at the window that led out of the house. And he was really lucky, no fire was to block his way near the window.

"Come here! Quick!" The mother begged.

Hiccup rushed to the window. Once he reached it, he slowly gave the baby to the mother who was ready to accept him. Once the baby was in her arms, she spilled every of her love towards the baby by giving him the warmest hug. Now it was Hiccup's turn to get out, but the god of bad luck knocked down the god of luck.

CRACK-

He looked up, and the wooden ceiling, which was literally the floor of the second floor, fell apart right onto Hiccup's spot. His very sharp reflex saved the day by making him to jump from the spot where the burning objects were about to fall. However, that was it. His only way out was blocked by the burning floor.

"Rassragr!..." As much as clean-mouthed he was, the situation was a perfect moment for him to swear for his bad luck.

Desperation, confusion, cold sweat, heat, fear, everything seemed to bashed Hiccup in every single possible aspect. He could hear some people shouting for him by not his name, but by how he looked like, Viking. He could see that they're trying their best to find a way to get himself out of the hell, but it's not enough.

He think thoroughly for any possible way, then it hit him. The window upstairs.

'What do I do? Just jump like that?'

'What if I never make it?...'

'I could use the flying suit to soften the landing!'

'But I will look ridiculous... especially in front of- NOW'S NOT THE TIME!'

Shaking his head, he ran his way back to the second floor. As he reached the second floor, the structure of the roof was in no good shape. They're almost like sticks supporting a thick book's weight while bring burned. The sight only rushed his adrenaline more. He saw the window, his only way out. His plan was simple, jump out of it, use the flying suit to control the landing, and hope for people to catch his body. But one particular sight left him to be frozen for a while. His face was puzzled because of it.

"Those barrels... They were never there?"

Barrels of gun powder, placed on both right and left side of the window. All it takes to worsen the situation is one fiery ash to ignite more than 200 pounds of explosives. One hole on each barrel was opened for human's hand to cup some powder, but it opened a way for a single ash to ignite the powders, but so far, none had made its way yet.

"I believe, I believe, I believe.."

Thinking for further, he ran for it to the window, passing the baby cradle. In slow motion, Hiccup was only a step away from making his jump over the window. An a fiery ash was an inch away from making a contact with the powder inside the barrel.

BOOM!

Outside, the terrified people of Arendelle watched the explosion making a mushroom smoke onto the air. Ashes, burned chips of woods, carbon monoxide, and a shock wave were exposed into the air. The scene erupted some tears to flow down from the mother's eyes, as the explosion itself was reflected on her watery eyes. And the scene was worsened as the viking was nowhere to be found.

Instead, the explosion caused the Viking to be sent into the back of the house, down at the green and silent hill. The gravity pulled the male back, resulting him to be rolled all the way on the hill while fire was consuming his outfit. But the moist grass put the fire down as he continued rolling downhill. One object stopped the male from rolling, and it was a rock. His back made a contact with the rock, as much as painful it was, it managed to stop him from rolling any further.

Slow heartbeat, heavy breathing, huge burn mark on his chest, flowing blood from his head, he was in no good shape at all. But his eyes were still peeled by half, watching the fire flatten the house from a distance. A breeze of cold wind soon flowed in the air, and his breath was visible as if they're steam.

His poor soul was detected by the one who's supposed to give mercy for one, who's currently sat beside a child with a fever all the way in the land of the Brits. The child was in a deep fever, and Angela was there to give him the healing he needed. Something triggered inside her head, a call that someone was about to fall into the hand of the death. Giving a last glance to the kid, she walked out, and flew away.

His poor soul was also noticed by the one who's supposed to end the soul's life. But the thing was... it was Mayhem. Mayhem is known as a guardian who swallows lives deliberately, even for the ones who don't deserve to face death yet, or even the ones who aren't meant to face death that early. He's a living devil amongst innocent souls.

And he was behind of what caused the fire that almost consumed that baby's life. He watched Hiccup risking his very own life for the baby, and he...

was right next to Hiccup, at the moment.

"Don't come home with a lost arm, she said?"

The unsettling voice called. Hiccup rolled his eyes to his right, and spotted the man himself, Thomas Mayhem.

"Don't worry. I'll leave your arm in one piece."

"... W-who are you?" his voice was weak, and it only left a sharp pain on his chest after he coughed out several times.

"Me?" He stood up, facing Hiccup while the fiery house was behind him. The condition made Hiccup to not able to see his face clearly. But he was up for no good, he knew.

"I am... Thomas Mayhem. Call me Mayhem." He knelt down in front of him, his eyes were blazing red hot. "Although... you'll never be able to call my name anymore.." The death had spoken, and then he summoned a blade of fire, which Hiccup never noticed because he was staring deeply into Thomas' eyes.

"That's right... Keep staring into my eyes..." He slowly pointed the sword into the viking's chest. The sword was radiating hot, hot enough for Hiccup to realize what he was about to do. All he could do was to gasp, until...

SMACK!

Mayhem was flinched, due something smack him on the face. It was hard enough to make the devil to roll away from Hiccup. The devil looked up to spot the living angel with her staff beside of the viking.

"Angela..." He continued her name with a laugh, standing up on his feet. "It's been a while."

"Yes... It has been... Since you tried to kill that old man..."

"He was an old man! Old man!" He repeated, stomping the ground in anger. "Whatever! You're not gonna make me fail for the second time, Ange!" He charged himself in a ball of fire forward. Angela's wings flapped once, evading the charging devil into the air. Flying towards Mayhem from the back, she landed a big hit on the back with her staff. May seemed weak in Hiccup's eyes, but it caused a major pain on Mayhem. Screaming in pain, Mayhem immediately turned around and blasted a wide flamethrower from his chest, which Angela managed to avoid as well with her agile wings.

"Vous allez devoir essayer de mieux!" (You're gonna have to try better!) The winged angel mocked.

"Tais-toi!" (shut up!)

Mayhem jumped to her direction, trying to grab her down. In order to block him, she swung her staff to knock him down, but it was countered back by his hand. His hands took a good grip on both of her shoulders, adding a weight, causing the two to fall with Angela to hit the ground first. To loosen his grips on her shoulder, Angela landed a punch with her right wing. Since her wings were enormous, the punch was able to knock Mayhem off of herself. Seeing her chance while Mayhem was still trying to get up, she landed another punch. But Mayhem's reflex was too quick, it held the wing back.

An evil smirk curled up on his lips.

He gripped on the wing so hard, and flowed a lot of energy through his arm, causing the wing to be burned.

"AAHHH!" Angie screamed in pain. As she was about to pull herself away, Mayhem pulled her wing while still flowing his energy, and reached for the other wing, and did the same. The burning pain was unbearable, and Mayhem was pulling her in with no mercy. He pulled, and pulled, and pulled, 'till he was close enough to kick her back with his foot. The angel roughly kissed the ground, with her wing burned into crisp.

Panting while suffering in pain that she's never felt in a long time, Angela gathered some power on her muscles, struggling to stand up and fight back. Even in her condition, her duty to bring wellness to poor souls was still calling, and she insisted to do so.

Trembling, not able to stand up, she rotated herself to see for the brunette. What she saw shocked her to death.

Mayhem was gone.

And the poor viking had a sword of fire pierced through his chest.

And her eyes... caught his last breath being exhaled from his mouth that flowed down a trail of blood.

"... N-n-no..."

"How was that, deary?"

"Rather boring, if I'm honest."

Narrowing his eyes while following her to her room, Pitch grabbed her arm to stop her. "Alright. How about we just do... a flashback of our times together? You know, the library, chandelier on top of us, a cup of tea... and a book of architecture... that can't get any better, can it?" He smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, she gave him a smirk and nodded. "You know me so well."

"That ice castle must've been a work of years of studying." He complimented.

"Why thank you."

They soon entered the library. Elsa led herself to her favorite row of books, which was filled with not just one category of books, but filled with his favorite ones. So it's the favorite category. They were all thick books, and after having the capability to read at the age of three, she's read all of them. But a throwback would be nice, she thought.

She grabbed a dusty one, with a bear as its logo on the cover itself.

"Brother Bear." She read the title as she opened the first page.

"I've read that one."

"You have?" She asked as she walked to her table, under the chandelier.

"Yes. I read that when I was a kid. I stole it from the bookstore."

She eyed the male. "I can see why."

After he joined her, she flipped through all of the pages, and noticed around a third of the last pages were ripped off. It hit her, remembering that the book was incomplete due to its ripped pages.

"Oh? What caused this?" Pitch asked.

"I don't know... Hey! You've read the book, why don't you tell me what happens after the youngest brother turns into a bear?" She rested her chin on her hand, ready to hear a tale.

"Well... my memory is bad... living for a time that no men could even last for did erase some… But I believe..." He paused for a moment, thinking deeply. For another several seconds, he sighed. "Nope, I remember nothing. But I do remember that I've read it! I swear!"

"Hmph. You're full of disappointment."

"So are you."

"I can't believe I'm having a romantic affair with a man like you." She giggled.

"So can I." He rolled his golden eyes away, smiling. "But it is happening."

"If so... Why don't you deal with my paperwork? You were pretty good."

"How so?"

"You were able to consider every possible aspect that could cause an interference if we decided to do a treaty with the Southern Isles. I was rather impressed when I heard your explanation." She confessed. "And your skills in sword combat, as a bowman, and to make people bow to you." She imagined back in the days where Pitch was around her.

"I will make a good king, I suppose." He replied.

Her eyes widen. "Geez, shut up with the dirty mouth, would you?" She shot a trace of ice to seal his mouth shut.

"Am I interrupting?"

The couple turned around to see Mayhem under the light of a chandelier above him. His eyebrow raised as he saw Pitch's mouth being sealed with something that looked like ice. Scoffing, he crossed his arms.

"Who is this?" Elsa asked.

Pitch cleaned his mouth off. "Ah, Elsa. Meet my brother. Thomas Mayhem."

Thomas didn't seem to be happy to be introduced to the queen. Instead, he gestured his brother to come over to him. Pitch walked over to him.

'What is it?'

'I've completed the task.'

'The dragon too?'

Thomas' eyes widen. He forgot the rider's dragon had to be vanquished as well.

'Consider it done...'

He let himself consumed by fire, teleporting to god knows where.