I probably need to tell you readers that I merely do this story for the sake of fun. So, it will probably be not as well written as the other stories that I have in my account (if they are even well written lmao). I dunno, I just would like to write something fun in a while, and I happened to be shipping Hiccanna a lot right now. I hope you readers enjoy my story.

Anna's POV

"Goodness… the Therondian did this?"

My sister rested her back against the chair. "I-I…" she rolled her eyes to me. "We shouldn't have agreed to sign the treaty with them, Anna. I had my suspicion, but I never thought they were the colonializing type of kingdom."

I could only sigh while giving Hiccup a massage on his left shoulder. He kept his facial features hidden away from us. "I had mine too…"

Elsa gave the same reaction, a sigh. "What if we're next?" she shrugged.

I looked up to her and mouthed, 'not now'. She noticed right away that this was not the moment to talk about the topic.

"Uhm, Hiccup," I arched my back down to catch his eyes with mine. "I'm really… sorry to hear that. I really am."

He finally looked up to me. I sensed an ache in my stomach when seeing the pain in his eyes.

"For more than five years… has it been more than five years?" I counted the years we have passed since the arrival of himself upon my kingdom. I was seventeen back then. I was now twenty-two.

"It has been more than five years since you first came here. Five years since… I first spotted you walking in the hallway with Elsa. I could say that Elsa is most relieved to have formed an alliance with Berk, because we didn't just get your goods in our kingdom, but we also earned ourselves… a friend. A really good friend."

"That's true," Elsa placed her hands on the table, folding them together, her expression reassuring my statement. "Having Berkians as an ally was one of the best achievements I had ever done during my reign as the queen."

"During—" Hiccup said, and his mouth rounded afterwards, breathing an 'ohh'. "Right, you're no longer the queen," the Viking straightened his back. "What position do you now hold, Elsa?" He asked with a curious expression, which was much of a better sight to see than the previous one.

"I am… a spirit!" She chuckled afterwards.

Hiccup returned the chuckle. "Funny. What is it?"

"She really is a spirit, Hiccup," I replied. "It's quite the long story, but still pretty warm, isn't it?" I glanced to my sister, who nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, three months is still pretty warm."

"Oh no, did something bad happen here as well?" Hiccup asked.

"Umm… It certainly could've gone bad. It really could have," I turned to my sister. She gave an uneasy smile. "But she saved the day."

"You played a major part as well, Anna. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to save Arendelle."

"Yeah, I guess. Anywayyyy—" I slightly slapped my lap. "What I was going to say is… You're more than welcome to stay here in the castle. I think it's better to give you some time to cool down first. I'll definitely help you out in the process," I smiled reassuringly. "Then we will think of the next step to take afterwards. Together. But do take your time, Hicc."

"What do you plan on doing, Hiccup?" Elsa asked. The moment she took to ask this question was the worst, so I turned to her and gave her a stare that screamed 'not now!'. She immediately acknowledged it, but,

"I… do not know."

Inside, I was quite shock to hear it. My typical stereotyped brain was expecting a revenge was what Hiccup wanted. But it was a better response overall.

"We will discuss that," I turned to my sister, "later."

I stood up. "Let me show you your room, shall we?"

Before standing up, he had one last bite on his meal. He actually finished eating every dish there was, which was a surprise contrary to what he said before starting his meal. I helped him use his crutch to stand up, and hearing him grunt as he placed the top in his armpit showed how much of an uncomfortable device it was.

"I'll see if I can get you a new prosthetic for you, Hiccup. Maybe the blacksmith will be able to make one," I suggested.

"Oh don't bother," he took a step. "I will make one by my own someday. Just need a lumber and a stove and some leftover steel and some sweat and…" he took another step and nearly lost his balance had I not pulled him by the shirt.

"Someone to help you balance yourself?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sure, that too."

"You know…" Elsa spoke, "I might be able to craft something out…"

I gasped. "You're right! Do you remember how his prosthetic looks like?"

"I suppose you didn't change it much, from we first met?" Elsa asked the Viking, motioning her hands to summon a flurry of ice out of thin air.

He shrugged. "Mm… not really. I did do some improvements, but they're barely visible from naked eyes. But I'll take anything that you can make."

"Very well."

With that, we spectated Elsa dancing with her arms. A base shaped in a tube was made, and each of her finger's movement carved out details in the base. Her careful eyes inspected it from many angles each time she made a difference on the shape. After a minute of a magical show of Elsa's ice-crafting skills, she handed the Viking her version of his prosthetic.

"I'm… impressed," he smiled, inspecting it. He placed it on the end of his left leg and tried to stand with it,

and slipped.

"HICCUP!" I called.

I reached for his arms and helped him sit on the chair again. Luckily, he merely landed on his butt.

"I forgot that ice is… slippery," Elsa scratched the back of her hair. "Sorry."

Something heartwarming was displayed in front of me afterwards, he laughed!

"I sort of did too," Hiccup blew a raspberry. "And will this at one point melt? Or not?"

"It will melt, but it takes a longer time for my ice to melt," she smiled proudly.

He raised a brow. "Why?"

"I dunno," I answered. "Magic? Let's go to your room," I told the male.

With that, the three of us made our way to the room. Because of Hiccup's inability to walk as fast as he would have liked, we had some time to chat, in which the topic happened to be how I became the queen of Arendelle and Elsa the fifth spirit of our land. We shared laughs, amusement, and some details that Elsa shared to me that I didn't know previously after she sent me away with Olaf. In return, I shared her details of the times when she was not by my side in our adventure.

The story very much entertained the Viking, which was a mission successfully done for me. Every bit of happiness surfacing on the Viking's facial feature was a yes-please for me, especially knowing that… he had lost everything. I knew that this would be a long road ahead of him. I would like to be there for him. I wanted to make sure that he would get there, to the point where he would forgive himself, the point where he finally heals.

"That's a really cool story from you two," he stated while looking the two of us. "I'm happy that everything turns out okay," he said, turning forward. His last statement was… something I couldn't help but to think that it's what he would've very much wanted as the outcome of what happened to his people. I was about to reach for his shoulder, but he cut me,

"Is that the room?" Hiccup asked, pointing at a door.

I pulled my hand. "Um, it is. How did you know?"

"It's… the only door there is in here," he gestured at the surroundings. We were in the end of a corridor, and… oh yes. He's true.

"Oh yeah, true," I sheepishly replied. "Now it should be unlocked, as I have told Gerda to prepare it…"

I twisted the doorknob, and the door opened.

"Right, here's your room, Hicc."

He slowly made his way in, scanning the interior along the way. It was currently midday, so the large windows gave more than enough lighting inside the room. In the middle sat a bed enough for two, not that he needed two, anyway, but we thought we would give extra for our friend.

"The bathroom is right there," Elsa instructed, pointing at a door at the corner of the room. "And worry not, we told the servants to let you wash yourself next time," she snickered.

"Heh…" he turned around to us. "Thank you, Anna, Elsa. Thank you very much."

"You're more than welcome, Hiccup," I replied, smiling.

He landed his bottom and his crutch on the bed. He removed his green vest, leaving his white shirt on only. "I think I'm going to rest now. For once, I need to sleep on a level surface."

"Of course," I stepped back with my sister, grabbing the doorknob. "If you need something, just tell me, okay? Dinner is at half to eight."

"I will," he half smiled. "Thank you."

"Sleep well," Elsa bid.

With that, we closed the door to leave the Viking alone.

I started walking, "he's a broken man. I can't stand watching him like that."

"Neither can I," Elsa pulled me by the shoulder, shoving her hand on my arm to soothe me. "Give him time. Let's be grateful for the fact that our men found him accidentally," she emphasized her last word. "Had they not, we would've never found what happened to him at all. What did you do to the crew of the ship of Therondia, anyway?"

"I cast them into the dungeon. They're our enemies now," I sighed.

"Good. That means the people in their home have no idea that we have learnt about their plan, we have the upper hand," she commented. "Maybe we can interrogate the Therondian you have kept in the dungeon as well—"

"I tried. They didn't answer any of my question."

"Did you use force? Maybe a strangle on the neck? At gunpoint?"

I turned to her. "Of course I didn't. that's not me!"

She stopped at her track. "Anna, if they really have slaughtered every single Berkian out there except Hiccup, to which I'm sure that he would've ended up in a worse death had they not planned to sell him to God knows who, some beating on those men's faces would mean nothing compared to the lives they have taken! Look what they did to him, the guy practically has nothing left in his life to look up to!"

"I…" Clenching my fist, I clicked my tongue in defeat.

"You're right..."

"I will interrogate those men," Elsa proposed.

"Not without me! And some guards!" I raised a finger to warn her.

"Sure—"

"Oh HEY ELSA!"

The voice belonging to the snowman we both knew and loved called from the other end of the hallway, Olaf. He approached ran towards us with his arms open.

"Let's go to the dungeon tomorrow," I whispered, knowing that the snowman was not to see violence due to his innocence.

"Mhm. HI OLAF!"

We spent the rest of the day together. Olaf asked about Hiccup, seeing that he was told by other servants about his arrival but never having seen the person himself. We simply told him that he needed rest and could not be disturbed for a while.

The day progressed until it was time for dinner. When I walked into the dining room, I expected the Viking to be there already, but he was never there, until the time we finished dinner. He never showed up.

An hour and a half after dinner, I grew worried. I went to his room to check on him. I knocked on his door, and earned no response. The second time earned nothing as well. With as much gentleness as I could, I twisted the doorknob open, my eye scanning every single bit of the surroundings as I opened it slowly.

He was there, asleep, his back facing me.

Next to the door, a cart of food was there. I suppose a servant placed it here.

'I guess as long as the food is here, it's alright', I whispered to myself.

Gently, I closed the door and left with a better feeling, knowing that Hiccup was still there.

The next morning, I woke up and did my routine. I was no early bird, and I think a queen must be up and early to her people. I was still struggling, but I knew for a fact that Hiccup was an early bird… or dragon, in his case. So, I went to check for him again.

On my way, I walked past Gerda, the servant whom I knew very well. "Good morning, Gerda!"

"Good morning, my queen. Where are you going? The dining room is that way, you know," she joked.

"I just want to check on Hiccup, has he left the room by any chance?"

She pondered for a moment. "Not that I noticed. I don't think so."

Good lord. Has he not awakened yet?

"Okay… thank you. I'll check on him."

I hastened my phase to arrive at his room as quickly as possible. Once there, I gave the door a few knocks. No response. With ease, I opened the door to see Hiccup still in the same position as I left him last night.

I checked on the food cart, and his dinner was never touched.

"Hiccup?"