Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad that you choose to give my story a try. So from what you gathered from the summary this is my take on what is would be like if Hiccup had a younger sibling instead of having to deal with everything on his own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights go to DreamWorks and Cressida Cowell. Now that that's out of the way enjoy!

Prologue

Vikings, powerful fearless warriors from the northern isles: men and women capable of crushing mountains, leveling forests, and taming seas. Fierce fighters that never backed down during battle; whether it be nearby tribes, bloodthirsty pirates, or the soulless devils they called dragons. Yes, Vikings were a race of strong, tough-as-nails warriors that could face any horror life threw at them without the slightest cringe. Except, for some, when that horror was that wonderful miracle called childbirth.

"AAHHHHH!" Stoick the Vast winced at the sound of his wife's pain filled screams. Silently agreeing with her when ever she cursed his existence, blaming him for the torture she was being put through by their child.

Honestly he couldn't understand why it was taking so long. Hiccup, though borne two months too early, had only put his mother through half a day's labor. As though impatient to enter the world that rainy spring day near three years ago.

This child, however, seemed to absolutely loathe the idea of leaving his mother's womb. Overstaying his welcome to the point that it worried the midwives and had Valhallarama contemplating slicing her belly open just to get the baby out. And now, near two days ago, the child finally decided to make its appearance in the mist of their preparations for an upcoming blizzard. Barely giving Val enough time to drop Hiccup off at his brother's and call for the midwife along with the village elder. It seemed to him that the baby was regretting its decision to be borne now, as is sensing the blizzards raging outside.

Stoick was brought out of his thoughts by an extremely loud scream followed shortly by another. Past experience has taught him that the baby was nearly out. Anxiety washing over him Stoick began to pace in front of the door waiting for the tell-tale cry of his babe's first cry.

He heard Val give one last pain choked cry only to have it followed by silence. Panic swelled inside his chest at the sound of rushed movements and Val's worried murmurs. Not knowing what to do he did what a Viking did best, he took action. And so with one swift movement he entered the room completely ignoring the scolding from the midwives inside instead focusing on his wife.

Wrapping his arms around her Stoick turned his gaze towards their child. He wasn't hard to stop with the two midwives huddled around it trying to coax him to breath. From where he was Stoick could see the child's face, it was blue nearly purple bringing its downy red hair dramatically. Unable to bare the pain any longer Stoick turned his gaze way praying deep in his heart to all the gods that his child would make. Then he heard it the most beautiful sound a man could ever hope to hear, his babe's first cry.

'Such a strong boy this one will be.' He thought looking over at the bustling midwives, who were cleaning the baby and checking if everything was alright with it. The rational part of his mind thought that he was being silly, he couldn't know what gender the baby was he didn't ask. But he knew in his gut that it was a boy, just like he had known with Hiccup.

After all there was no way that such a cry, so strong and powerful, could come from anything other than a boy. It was a cry that demanded attention and obedience. Far stronger than any of the other babe's he's heard in Berk even that of his nephew, Snotlout.

"Such a beautiful babe we've been given, Stoick." Said Val, her voice raw from screaming pulling him out of his thoughts as their newest child was placed in her arms.

He had a thick patch of bright red hair and ice blue eyes, though they could change color as he got older. His skin was snowy white with reddened cheeks from his crying earlier. He was a tiny little thing, almost as tiny as Hiccup, especially wrapped in all those furs. But Stoick knew that this child would be strong. He wouldn't be frail and sickly causing his parents to worry as to whether he would make it through the winter. No, this child would cause no trouble to them at all.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" He asked.

"Nope, not yet, I was thinking you would like a say in this." She answered. Stoick thought for a moment, what would be the perfect name for their child? If have to be able to keep the trolls away but it had to show the promise of the great warrior his new son would be.

"Frostbite." He declared beaming with pride at his boy. One of the midwives giggled causing his to glare at her.

"That's a lovely name, love. It's such a shame that we won't be able to use it."

"Why not!?"

"Well for starters ," mused Val her tone playful. " She's a girl."

There you have it folks, Hiccup now has a cute little sister. The next step is giving the little rascal a name. I already have a few in mind but I would really appreciate your input on this too. Please keep in mind to use winter themed names, Ok? She was born during Devastating Winter after all.