Freya Haddock moved the shield picture of her and her dad a little to the left before stepping back and smiling to herself.
"You know, I remember when your grandfather and uncle stood like statues for an hour when they got their painting painted." Freya looked to her left, to her grandfather and her uncle. Her uncle died eight years before her birth. The chief son who never became a chief but was hanging in the great hall like he became chief after his father.
Freya's father never wanted to repaint or take down the picture even if it was false. Stoick had always been the heir to the throne and his death had come unexpectedly after the Grimmel war had ended. Finn didn't have the heart to replace the shield painting, so it still hung there. The sixteen year old with brown hair was not the red haired grown man with his sixteen year old daughter, but the boy and man had been twins and that was close enough.
"You think uncle Stoick would have liked me?" Freya asked.
"Like you?" Magnhild snorted and walked up to her niece. "He would have loved you as his own. Just like I do."
"You don't have any kids." Freya told her with a frown.
"I have you, Maya and Viljar and that's enough kids for me to have around." Magnhild informed her. "Kids I don't have to deal with everyday in my life, just kids I love to have around for a few hours until their parents get them and I'm free again."
"Thanks." Freya said and rolled her eyes.
"Now you look like your mother," Magnhild told her, "And you're temper, but that could be from your grandmother as well."
Freya had gotten her features from her father; red hair, blue eyes, spinky body and height. People tell her she looks like her grandfather, a girl version of her father. Her aunt Magnhild says she looks like her aunt Vylma and her father often told her he reminded him of his grandmother. The Jorgenson blood ran through her veins and even if she was born with black hair and her parents thought she would be black haired the rest of her life, it had turned red a few months later and she has been stuck with the hair color ever since.
"Speaking of family, chief." Magnhild began and looked over at the entrance of the great hall. "I think your son wants something."
Freya turned to the entrance and saw her three year old son coming walking towards her. Hiccup's small legs came into a run and Freya happily lifted him up.
"They're here." Hiccup said to her and pointed where the sun shined in.
"Then I guess, as chief of Berk, that I need to greet our guests." She walked out of the great hall leaving a smiling Magnhild behind.
Freya had become a chief and a mother three years ago at age seventeen. Her father, Finn Haddock had fallen ill one night. Thinking it was just cold at first, he had stayed in bed for three days at the charge of his wife Thora Haddock, but then on the third day; Thora had fallen ill and on the same day Finn had died in his sleep. Thora had demanded Freya to never set foot inside the Haddock house because she believed Freya also could get infected with whatever she and Finn had been infected with. Freya stayed at Gothi's to make sure she hadn't been infected and it was then Gothi told Freya she was caring for a child. Freya had then tried to get inside her home to tell her mother the news, but Thora had died that night.
The Haddock house was burned down with the chief and chiftness inside and a new house was built by the forest. Freya told the father of the child that she was pregnant and the next day he sailed away never to be seen again.
Freya had then broken down completely. With the death of her parents and the love of her life, everything fell apart. She hadn't been where she was today if it wasn't for the rest of her family and Berk. Together they made sure she was fed and had someone to talk to. That her house was warm and they helped her rule Berk.
When Hiccup came, Freya changed and promised him that she would be the mother he needed and today she stood on two steady legs and made sure Berk and her family got the thank they deserved after taking care of her after the hard time she had faced.
Magnhild walked out of the great hall and looked around her home. Berk with its wooden houses and people walking around doing their everyday chores. The only thing missing was the dragons. The dragon's father made sure they were at peace with them after 300 years of war. The dragons that flew away when Hiccup died six years ago after his wife and friends had died before him.
Magnhild watched her sister Vylma walking up the stairs and standing beside her. Vylma had aged as well as Magnhild, wrinkles and even if Vylma had more grey hairs on her head that didn't hold the crown anymore, Magnhild felt older than her sister. Which was ironic because Vylma was older than her. Magnhild felt her body not holding the same warrior posture it once held. Maybe she should have continued with the weapon training when she came home after those eight years of being gone and not laying around and taking it easy ever since then.
The sister's watched down to the town square, where the queen of Barvik and chiftness of Berk greeted each other with smiles.
This was the start of a new age.
The end