Disclaimer: I do not own 'How To Train Your Dragon' or the awesome song, 'Let It Go'.
6 years later…
"Yee-haw!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Look out!"
"Haha!"
Four washes of bright colors flashed across the huge ice cavern harvesting the Dragon Sanctuary inside.
This…is Dragon Mountain. Home of the Dragon Sanctuary. The best kept secret for miles around.
Four dragons flew at lightning speed around
Granted, it may not look like much, but this cold heap of ice packs more than a few surprises.
Hanna watched from inside an icy cave, leaning on her side against a wall of ice, arms crossed and folded under her chest. Her grin took up her entire face.
She looked around her, staring at the snow and the footprints she left behind until the wind covered them up.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
and it looks like I'm the Queen
She lifted herself off the wall and started walking off. Toothless, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat, woke up from his nap, blinking green eyes open and saw Hanna. His rider twisted her head around to smile at him, beckoning him to follow her. The Night Fury dropped down and scampered after her.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in
Gods knows I've tried
She rubbed her arms, remembering her old life in Berk. Although she was the daughter of the chief of Berk, Hanna was born a 'hiccup' and suffered a hard life because of it, even called Hiccup instead of her real name. That was why she left after hearing her father called her Hiccup, not Hanna.
Don't let them in,
Don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
She remembered the taunts, the bullying, the isolating, the coldness, but all of that torture only made her determined to fit in, to join in the dragon slaying.
But all that changed when she shot down a Night Fury. The beginning of a beautiful friendship opened Hanna's eyes to the wonderful world of dragons. It inspired her. It changed her.
Conceal, don't feel,
Don't let them know
Well now they know
She remembered the moment she tamed the Monstrous Nightmare instead of killing it, and the village finally turning on her, and her father disowning her.
She ran in shame after that, but she found another wild dragon and flew to stop the Red Death, saving Toothless and her entire village.
In payment, her father called her Hiccup.
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Back in the present, Hanna happily waddled about in the ice caves, acting silly at her reflection.
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
She ran her hand against the ice walls.
I don't care
What they're going to say
Let the storm rage on…
A cold wind brushed her skin but she wasn't bothered by it one bit.
The cold never bothered me anyway
She walked up a small hill, walking fast.
It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
She turned around, staring at the far distance she left behind.
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
Grinning, she turned back round and stopped at the top.
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
Toothless blinked in front of her while shaking himself for her attention.
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
I'm free!
She mounted Toothless and the black dragon shot off, using himself as a sled down the icy ramps.
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
The pair weaved in between tight corners and made a loop-de-loop in the air.
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
While in mid-air, Hanna hooked her prosthetic leg in the saddle and released the fin she built to replace the one she cost Toothless, which allowed her dragon to take off flying like a rocket.
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the storm rage on
"Toothless, Plasma Blast!"
Toothless obeyed without hesitation, blasting three times and creating waves of purple sparkles, falling on them as they flew through.
Hanna smiled happily as she felt like a little girl marveling the snow.
My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
She looked behind, like she was looking back at her past until she flinched and quickly turned away.
I'm never going back, the past is in the past
No way was she ever going to give up this life of freedom, joy and adventure for anything!
Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
She unhooked herself from the saddle and stood on Toothless's head expertly while hovering in mid-air, not afraid of dangerously possibly falling into the freezing water. She stepped into the sunlight.
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
She was no longer the awkward 14 year-old teenaged girl anymore. She was now a 20 year-old woman.
She had grown into quite a beauty. Her body changed from short and scrawny to tall and slim with wide hips and an ample chest. Her forest-green eyes were large and bright with a fire within, teal eyeshadow and long eyelashes. Her soft skin was fair with a blush on her face, freckles, a round nose, and blood red lips. Her soft auburn hair was stylized with a short spiky pixie cut to the neck and spikes out with sleek layers along with a waist-long, thick braid at the back wrapped with a long red ribbon. Her matured body was adorned in a green dress that was falling short to her thighs with a red stripe across the hem, loose sleeves falling to the elbows, and was completely off the shoulders with a black slightly ruffled collar. A black bodice with yellow pinstripes donned itself on her abdomen. Tight black leggings on her long legs with black leather straps around them and had a brown leather knee-high boot on her right leg. Her prosthetic leg was upgraded, designed so mechanically, its like 'a Swiss army knife for prosthesis'. There were also copper medallion earrings in her ears, black gloves on her hands and warrior facepaint on her face, consisting of two red stripes on her cheeks and a black, wide, long V on her forehead. Like her mother, she wore a suit designed after her dragon. Based on her Night Fury, her suit consisted of black leather around her upper body and legs in thick straps, with a long cape and shoulder pads with red symbols of a Night Fury.
Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on!
Hanna held her arms wide out, proud of herself today, feeling powerful.
Years ago, she was a nobody in a stubborn society.
Now's she's a powerful warrior in her own way.
She shrugged, "The cold never bothered me anyway!"
"Hey, Hanna!" She looked down, listening her friends on their dragons and calling her name. "Come on!"
With a nod, she sat back down on Toothless and hooked her prosthesis leg into the pedal, then flying down and joined in the fun.
"DRAGON RACE!" Hanna and her friends yelled altogether. They blasted off in a blinding speed, trying to best each other out in speed and tricks.
I'm not the only Dragon Rider in the world. There's Vipermei, my second-in-command, and the biggest rebel you'll ever meet. This girl is no stranger to danger. She ran away from her highly elite family to avoid a dreaded arranged marriage on a merchant boat and sailed out to the sea and hopped on the first dragon she came into contact with. According to her, the arctic is warmer than her family. With our stories so alike, I got my first human friend. That girl is a real firecracker.
Hanna's human best friend crackled madly as she released some fireworks around her. She was gripping the neck joints of her dragon, a Boneknapper named Zhou, which was the first dragon she ever met.
Vipermei was a striking Chinese girl with pale skin, narrow dark-brown eyes appearing black, and chopped black hair in an uneven bob. Her style was lethal with a slender and lean body. She was dressed in a red Chinese dress with short sleeves and a golden design of design up her right side with a slit on her left. A golden-yellow sash clung to her waist. Black leggings and black flat shoes donned her long legs, separated by furry white legwarmers. On her arms were long violet cloth braces from her elbows to her wrists with a bit of fabric going around her middle fingers. White furry armbands covered the skin that would be exposed between the sleeves and the cloth braces. A necklace of dragon bones hung down from around her neck. Her face was painted with white cheeks and black panda markings around her eyes.
…Hildr the Sane, Dagur the Deranged's sister…You could see the resemblance between them (!) No, really. Hildr is nothing like her older brother. She's perfectly sane, calm and gentle but a little timid and totally scared of him so she ran away after their father 'retired'. Though she was just as scared of dragons at first, when she found a Skrill frozen in a block of ice, she was the only one 'berserk' enough to tame it. It was touching and frightening at the same time. She's not afraid to wear metal for the fun of it…as long she's wearing her specially made chain cloak (my invention) to keep her insides from becoming fried outsides.
Hildr was grinning while gripping onto the saddle on the back of the Berserkers Tribe's symbol, a Skrill she named Boltstriker. She laughed in joy as Boltstriker sparked lightning over the both of them and, with her cloak, created their own personal thunderstorm.
The Berserker girl was a pretty girl with a sweet smile, soft brown eyes, and long and curly fawn-brown hair with braids going around her head. She possessed a slim figure wearing a yellow dress reaching just above her knees, paired with a brown shrug, white leggings and brown boots. A nicely made metal bodice adorned her torso with round chest plates, a fitted waist and a flared piece over her hips. She wore cloak of metal chains over her body, which flew behind her in the air. Her pretty face was painted with yellow and purple jagged zigzags on her checks, two purple ones on her forehead and a yellow one on her chin. She also donned a necklace of colorful jewel pendants and bracelets made out of wire on her wrists. An ornate metal shield was her back, kept for emergencies.
…Heather, daughter of Eret…She lost her parents to pirates and I had to save her from walking the plank. While her brother traps dragons, she rides them. Never thought I would say this but she's somewhat a female Snotlout to me. She's totally independent and questions everything and a crafty, good actress…but she is brave, sweet and compassionate. Due to her parents' death at the hands of pirates, she's hostile towards another rider, although there's something else between them, if you know what I mean.
Heather let herself be flung up, performed a somersault and dive, and caught by the ankles, thanks to the vines of her loyal Changewing, named Loptr (Loki's other name). As Loptr raised her up, she praised herself and Loptr's trick with a smirk.
Heather was attractive and she knew it. Her body was slender yet with sensuous curves and sizable breasts to boot. Her beauty was sensuous and mysterious with glowing tanned skin, coral lips, green eyes with long mascara-wearing eyelashes, and long thick black hair in a low ponytail, with a long bang with a curly end and swooped down side of her face. Her face was done with facepaint of white dots under her eyes and orange slashes on her high cheekbones like blush. She was alluringly wearing a tight white long-sleeved dress falling to cover her hips with a plunging neckline revealing a pale-orange top underneath, along with a matching orange belt around her small waist. Leather tannish-yellow pants clung tight to her tall legs, matched the dark-brown boots. A long yellow silk scarf was thrown around her neck, also with a collar necklace and medallion earrings both made of pure gold. She also wore a coat of red Changewing scales from Loptr shedding so she would be able to blend in with him.
…and Brant Seadollar, the pirate…that's why Heather hates him so much. But he's really a nice guy. His sanity is stable from being the only guy. He grew up on ships since he was a baby and lost his pirate-family to another. That's why I found him shipwrecked and bonding with a Scauldron. He's an expert in trading and provides clothes and jewelry for his ladies, lucky us! The only boy in the Riders, he's perfectly comfortable among us girls, especially with Heather because he has a crush on her and spoils her with expensive goods, however she treats him with hostility.
Brant flew close to the water on Sea-King (the Viking name for a powerful pirate chieftain), his Scauldron he befriended from his shipwrecked period. He climbed up Sea-King's neck and stood on top of his head, smiling with the wind in his face and the smell of the salty sea in his nose.
Brant was a handsome man, all tall and strong. He possessed a head of black spiky hair, decorated with a big brown pirate hat on top and a red silk bandana wrapped around his head that was knotted at the side. His clothes were made to keep him warm and waterproof. He wore a white woolen long-sleeved shirt, blue pants made out of thick and warm fabric with yellow-trimmed legs, long black leather boots, and a long black coat blowing the air behind him. A shiny silk yellow sash was wrapped around his waist, holding his weapons, which were a cutlass sword and a whip. His chiseled face was made up with facepaints of blue wavy lines on his cheeks and forehead, and green ones running up the sides of his cheekbones and on his chin. In his ear adorned a single long earring of purple beads and swinging from his neck was a long necklace of charms he collected as a cabin boy.
Life here…is amazing. I never felt as good here as I was back in Berk. Here…I was appreciated. I'm doing what I love and I'm respected for it. I got the greatest friends one can ever wish for and I have a parent who loves and not afraid to show it.Sure there were tears and screams after I found out my 'deceased' mother was still kicking, but Mom and I worked things out.
"Hey, ladies! Check this out!" Brant announced. He jumped off Sea-King's head and showed off a combination of a somersault and jumping jack and came back down on his dragon's head. In the process of showing off, his hat flew off and got caught by Vipermei.
"Oh, Brant! Isn't this yours?" Vipermei teased, mirth dancing in her eyes as Brant's hat was dangling in her hand.
"Give that back, you slithering milk maid!"
"Is that the best you can come up with?"
Heather rolled her eyes at the squabbling while it made Hanna laugh.
"See ya! I'm off!" Hanna bided, zooming off towards the horizon.
"PLEASE DON'T GO TOO FAR OR TOO LONG!" Hildr hollered after her.
If only she listened.
"WHOOOO-HOOOOO!"
Her long braid that was wrapped up in red was whipping behind her like her own personal dragon tail while she flew in the air by herself, thanks to her squirrel suit. Her Night Fury suit doubles as a squirrel jacket capable of gliding. It had bat-wings out and her head donned a spiked black mask.
"This is amazing!"
But then a loud roar echoed, almost throwing her off. She slowed down, getting onto Toothless. Looking down, she saw a familiar ship beside another ship in the middle of the ocean.
"Hm…wonder what Eret, Son of Eret is up to this time. Let's go."
Toothless swooped down. As they got closer, Hanna saw a family of captured Thunderdrums, a grown male and three babies. Hanna scowled.
"Ok, bud. Let me off." She said. Toothless nodded and brought her to the sails. She glided down with her bat-wings and landed on deck. She took out her fire blade called Inferno before shouting. "Hey, Eret!"
Eret turned and saw her, dagger in hand. His face got angry. "You! How lovely for you to drop in! How's my little sister?"
"Very good, a great friend, despite the fact that her big brother is a good-for-nothing dragon trapper!"
In a flash, she ran over and slashed the net holding the Thunderdrums, freeing them.
"Why you!" Eret growled furiously. "Get her, lads!"
Hanna found herself surrounded but she was confident. Toothless was right beside her, growling. "Uh, lads? Not a good idea. Girl with flaming sword, girl's angry dragon, wooden boat, big ocean. How's your swimming?"
"Not good." One member of Eret's crew admitted sheepishly.
Hanna smirked arrogantly until she dropped it when she noticed the last person she wanted to see ever.
Her father.
"Now, listen here, you." He huffed. He sounded a little hoarse and grey streaks were throughout his beard. Old age was getting to him. It made Hanna felt like more than 6 years had passed since she last saw him. "That Thunderdrum was destroying all of Berk's boat, making it impossible to fish for food."
Hanna quickly regained her senses and feisty wit. "Well that Thunderdrum doesn't care about Berk because its inhabitants are heartless, cruel and self-centered!"
That offended Stoick. An offended Viking is an angry Viking.
Stoick charged forward, arms swinging. She was having a difficult time fighting against her father. He swiftly had her pinned against a wall and took off her helmet.
His face paled, finding him staring into glinting green eyes. "…Hiccup?"
"Hi dad." His long-lost daughter replied dully. Anger bubbled up inside of her. Even after 6 years, he still referred her as 'Hiccup.'
"She's a hiccup to you? She's a babe to me!" Eret exclaimed. "Even if she is annoying! If she's what you consider a hiccup, I love to see what you call a real beauty."
The hiccup tried to escape by kicking in her father's stomach to get him off her but he grabbed her before she made it away from him. Toothless roared and pounced for his rider, but he got tied down. Eret jumped and wrestled with the Night Fury, trying to restrain him.
"Toothless!" Hanna screamed as Stoick held her back.
Stoick only gripped her tighter. "Eret, you take the dragon. I'm taking my daughter home."
Eret could not stop himself from grinning gleefully. "Gladly! Pleasure doing business with you."
"NO!" Hanna screamed and trashed about as Stoick carried her onto his ship.
"Head home to Berk!"
"TOOTHLESS!"
Toothless' desperate roars became distant as she was rowed away from her dragon and forcibly taken back to Berk.