How To Let It Go

by warorpeace

When the Ice Princess and a runaway with two Furies cross paths, what could possibly go wrong? Hiccup decides to leave the Barbarian Archipelago and ends up crashing into Arendelle. He wakes up to the sight of a young girl with platinum blond hair.. Slowly, they begin to build up a hidden friendship.(Both have 15 years in the beginning; will eventually veer into main Frozen events)

11. Blue and Green meet

AN: Hello and welcome to the update I promised of How To Let It Go. Most of this chapter's credit goes for R2-M0, as there are several references of Echoes of Falling Snow. Besides this, I hope you all like this chapter. We're going to see how Elsa has been faring these past years.

Also, there is a small reference to LadyBugTamer's work The Gradual Thaw in here. Those that have read it will surely spot it.

So, review response:

bloodred739: As the first review response, let me tell you how happy i am that you liked. Indeed, Hiccup and Elsa's meeting are close, much closer than you may think. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Guest: I'm going to assume, given how you wrote your review, that you're Bigfan, who also reviewed chapters 2 and 5. Yes i have watched the series, and read the books (though I'm curious as to how you have noticed I've read the books. I only mentioned the series after all. Also thanks for reading that excessively large AN. Only very HTTYD fans read those i believe). Yes, I'm not a native speaker. A couple of authors told me I have a rather unique way of phrasing things, a way that is not seen among native english speakers in general. Besides that, your comment didn't seem rude at all. In fact, I quite liked that you noticed this. Also, answering to your latest review, no Windwalker won't be Elsa's dragon. The idea of him being able to speak with other humans, and having the unique abilities he has was excatly to give the idea that he is both the dragon and the rider. Hence why Hiccup doesn't often ride him. (PS: I suggest you create an account. That way I can PM you and vice versa)

Hospitaller1080: Well, you know my style. And, as promised, he's the next chapter. I hope you like it, and won't hunt my down after you read its ending.

Scorpion6955: Of course you like cliffhangers. Knowing you, I'd be surprised, at the very least, if you didn't. Elsa's parents died on a ship wreck during a storm when she was 18 years old. The sentences are rather large, as I said before, because most of them have been written months ago, when my writing was still raw. I'm trying to reduce it, but many of those sentences I don't feel I can break without breaking its meaning. And I hope you being liking it, because we'll see a lot of Elsa and Hiccup. Rest assured, his presence will bring a big twist to the little we know of these years Elsa has been isolated.

K-the-Queen-of-Typos: To be honest, this doesn't sound like a bad idea, not to me at least, though I think it would ruin the fun of eagerly waiting for an update or a sequel. Well, I'll certainly be looking forward to read your fics. I have been a bit low on new HTTYD fics to read. And eloquent way of phrasing things? You're the first to say such a thing. I'm curious to hear why do you think I write like this. If too big for a review, feel free to PM me why you think this. I hope you like this chapter as you liked the last one.

Noctus Fury: I'd be lying if I said I didn't wait just a tad bit longer just so you review chapter 10. Reading your reviews has been a curious thing to do, especially because of the ideas you throw and the things you say (it isn't everyone that admits their crush on Elsa or Astrid through a review after all). Also, be certain, this won't be the last time Hiccup saves someone (or tries to). Hiccup can or cannot yield all of these weapons. It'd depend of whether he'd settle down in Arendelle. This also partially answer your suggestion. I suggest you look again at who are the marked characters on this story. It might give you a hint. Regarding creating an account you can rest assuyred. It is completely free, (I myself created by connecting to Facebook. Writing my email and a password seemed too much to do so I just used my facebook's email and passwords. If you don't have one, you can just press sign up and write your own email and password.) I understand your fear though; if it was paid, I wouldn't be here too. I wish you good luck with your book, and a good health for your mother. I hope that, with the information I gave you, we'll be PMing soon enough.

6footsni9per: This is one of the pillars of my fic. I want things to go very slowly so it seems organic instead of rushed.

Without further ado:

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Elsa needed to vent out her frustration, and sorrow, and sadness that came with that outburst. She quietly walked through the hidden halls of the castle, halls that had been projected for the royalty to be able to escape in the events of an invasion. It was a smart idea; after all, being a port city meant that Arendelle was often invaded during its expansion.

But since Arendelle had not been in a war with another kingdom for generations these halls were long since forgotten. Few knew of them, and it quickly became nothing but a legend among the servants. Because of this, these halls were commonly filled with dust, and long forgotten torches that probably won't light up anymore.

Her father, though, most probably knows about its existence, considering that he knew where to find the Trolls, who were considered just a legend as well, to heal Anna…

A few tears escaped Elsa's eyes as her mind inadvertently drifted to the memories of that fateful day, despite her stubbornness at trying to hold them in her eyes. She quickened her pace to reach the tower sooner. She felt claustrophobic in these halls, as if she was trapped like an animal in a cage, or like a monster… 'It was a more fitting comparison.' She thought. She almost killer her sister with her powers, and only a monster would do so.

She sighed in relief when the familiar stairs caught her sight. Taking her moment Elsa climbed the stairs, one step at a time, as if she was climbing to her freedom. It sort of was, as she usually reasoned to herself, since in the tower she was alone and free, free from fear of hurting anyone, free from the sad eyes of her father and mother that tried so desperately to hide it to support their daughter.

It was useless for them to try, although Elsa didn't have the courage of saying it to them. She spent 7 years only seeing them, so it came to her almost naturally the ability to read her parent's expression, even though it was a perk she would likely learn due to her position as future Queen. Her father was trickier, since him, like her, learned to conceal his feelings during his childhood. His father had believed that a ruler should show no feelings, and had been particularly harsh at teaching this to Agdar.

She never met either her grandfather or grandmother though. From what her father told her, his father died at the sea when he was sailing with his wife, and her grandmother, unable to cope with the grief of losing her husband, isolated herself in a small island. The only news he had of his mother were letters scarcely sent from her and, recently, he barely heard of her. Elsa felt sorry for her father ever since he told her of his past. And she was very thankful that she had her father and her mother helping her through these rough times.

She came back to reality when she nearly tripped, as the row of stairs ended without her noticing it. Elsa closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, inhaling the soft breeze that came from the tower's window. Despite not being as large as the window on her room, it was big enough to allow a relaxing cold breeze pass through. And since the cold never bothered her, Elsa felt an aura of calmness every time the soft breeze passed through her face.

She sat and gently curled in the ground. It was not fitting for a Queen the position she was but Elsa couldn't care less. She hugged her legs and laid her forehead on her knees, while the only sound reaching her ears was the soft winter wind passing through the window. With her eyes closed, her mind began recalling how her life changed ever since the she and Anna was separated. It was not unusual for this to happen, but, luckily for her, neither it was common.

She and Anna had been very close, ever since her young sister was nothing but a very energetic toddler. Elsa fondly remembered how that little bundle cooed seeing her shoot snowflakes in the air. And, as they grew, Anna's love for Elsa's powers grew too. They became almost inseparable, and often Anna mischievously dragged Elsa to build a snowman, be it in winter or summer. Whenever the sky was awake Anna would want to build a snowman, and Elsa, loving every moment she spent with her sister, would happily comply.

But then, something went wrong. For the first time in forever her powers hit someone, namely her sister, and for the first time in forever Elsa no longer saw her powers as a blessing, like Anna used to say, but like a curse. A curse that could harm those she loved, and so it did.

Her father closed the gates that day so Elsa could learn how to control it, and she, afraid of hurting those near her, closed herself like those gates. The troll spoke of how fear would be her greatest enemy, and she didn't want to ever see again the fear she saw in her mother's eyes when she grabbed an ice cold, unconscious Anna.

It didn't take long for a somber mood to fall upon the castle of Arendelle, as it was obvious that the once happy and close family was torn apart. No one except for her parents knew the reasons to why she closed off, and for many days she had to endure having Anna knocking at her door, begging to let her in or to play. And, painfully, Elsa had to shut her sister out, because her powers hurt her once and could hurt her again.

There had been a few times where Elsa didn't manage to conceal her emotions when shutting out Anna. It had been whenever her sister thought that her big sister hated her, or when Anna thought she was the responsible for Elsa closing off. Fortunately this didn't last, as Anna soon began staying at her door rambling about anything instead of begging to let her in.

In a way it helped Elsa, since the door kept Anna from being harmed, but at the same time allowed her to have somewhat the company of her sister, something her heart began yearning for the day she isolated herself, even though her mind knew that it was exclusively for Anna's protection and well-being her isolation.

And then, when Elsa was around 10, she heard that Anna made a new friend. Apparently a veteran harbormaster caught her father's eyes, and soon the King hired him to work on Arendelle. He had a daughter, Marie, who visited the castle whenever the harbormaster came. Anna, being the cheerful and friendly child that somehow managed to befriend everyone she met, quickly became friends with Marie.

Even Elsa, who continued closed in her room, could see how brighter Anna became with her new companion. Her father soon made Marie the exception to the close gates policy he had installed 2 years prior. And then, at the same time that Anna changed with Marie's presence, Elsa also did. Believing that she was making progress at her father's teaching of 'conceal, don't feel' Elsa dared to leave her room when the castle was almost completely empty. The gloves had given her enough confidence for her to do it.

And it went surprisingly well, for the first few times. She found her mother, unexpectedly quickly, in the kitchen talking to Gerda. To say that both were shocked might have been an understatement. After some minutes of silence, and tears shed by all the parties, she and her mother had gone to a parlor to talk.

Granted that the conversation had been far from short of awkward moments of silence, or tears shed, but it had been more than enough for Elsa to fully realize how much both her mother's love and her gloves meant.

And she remembered when Anna had caught her in one of her forays outside her room. And her young sister had been upset, angry and feeling a bit betrayed. Elsa had understood perfectly Anna's emotions, but it did not mean that what her sister had spoken hurt any less. She had felt a fire being extinguished inside her that moment, and had cried herself to sleep at night.

The next day had also been… different. Her mother had come to visit her, and found an Anna-doll in front of her room. Elsa had felt that moment like she had returned back from the dead when she grabbed the little doll. It meant that Anna didn't give up on her despite their…fight. For reasons that Elsa still doesn't know, she had broken out of her comfort zone and laid her head on her mother's shoulders, enjoying her silent company during the rest of the day.

And the silence followed Elsa for the following weeks, until Marie came to her door and told her how Anna had been oddly quiet, as if her younger sister carried a burden on her shoulders, since their eventful meeting. And it had been in that same day that Elsa realized that, too busy worrying about their elder daughter, her parents had almost forgotten to worry about Anna's feelings as well. And Elsa made sure to fix that.

In a way, Marie helped the whole family to reconnect again. Her mother and her father began paying more attention to Anna after Elsa spoke to Idun, and Anna came back from her own isolation and was soon talking through the door again. And it had been around that time that Elsa won one of her most prized gifts: a spyglass. The little object helped her feel closer to Anna whenever she spotted the young princess in the castle's garden.

Things improved since then… except, maybe, on the day of her birthday. Now older, Elsa could understand why her father overreacted when he found not just Idun but also Anna inside her room. Of course a small part of her still resents him for ruining such promising day; after all she had, for the first time in a long time, felt normal, as if the isolation was nothing but a nightmare. But, she was never capable of blaming his fear for getting the better of him. Still, she was thankful that her father had begun using more of his time to be with Anna, even if it was sparring.

With her, however, it was a bit more difficult. Elsa had always seen her father as a rather intimidating figure. His position as King helped, but there was also the fact that, as the elder daughter, she would inherit the kingdom one day. Hence why she always felt like being pressured at doing her best on about everything, including on controlling her powers. And it took him a long time to debunk that image she built of him.

Fortunately, her father, as wise as ever, managed to do so, and they became close as the years passed; or as close as possible, especially since her first outburst.

There was one day that, despite having passed 5 years, Elsa would never forget. It had been the day where she finally saw (or heard more like it) the fruits of suggesting a violin as a present to Marie. Anna had been very kind, as she always is, to drag Marie to Elsa's door so both sisters could listen to Marie's first performance as a musician. To say that it had been a beautiful song was a deep understatement.

Up to this day, where Elsa was alone curled in a cold tower, she has never heard anything as beautiful as the piece Marie had played. And always remembered fondly of the beautiful, soothing Sonata played by the French girl.

Then… this new found equilibrium, this hope all but collapsed. Marie had an accident at the harbor, rendering both of her legs severely damaged. The solution had been for Marie's parents bring her back to France so she could be treated by a professional surgeon.

Anna had been completely heartbroken at losing another best friend. She had been so much that she ended up shutting herself from everyone, in a very un-Anna way. Elsa, seeing how Anna was, reached out to her. Now that she looked at that time, even leaving Marie managed to bring her and Anna together, in a way.

It had been because of this reconnection that Elsa decided to practice again her powers. After all, she had been using them with Anna for years and it only harmed her once. If she could control them, instead of trying to conceal them, she would be able to reconnect with her sisters, and the family would be whole again.

It had been a naïve thought Elsa admitted these days, considering she had just accelerated how her powers would grow stronger by using them.

Elsa's eleventh birthday had been particularly joyful. She indeed managed to surprise her whole family by suddenly appearing at the dining room. She had achieved her goal of having a 'normal' day with her family. Their gifts had been beautiful, Anna had given her a new set of pencils, and she's been doing so every since. Her mother gave her a box of chocolate, because Elsa loved the dessert just like her mother and sister. And lastly both her mother and her father gave them a music box…

The box itself was beautiful. Her parents had custom ordered it months before her birthday, and took every detail into account. The symbol of Arendelle engraved on the tiny golden bloom was proof of that. But what was the most beautiful aspect of it was the melody. Despite the technical issues, they had managed to put inside the music box Marie's song after tracking down the piece the young girl had played to the sisters of Arendelle.

And unfortunately it had been the same day when she learned that her powers were getting stronger. Tiny icicles had appeared on her glass of water, and it had been no mystery that she created them, even though she had been wearing her gloves. Since them, things only got worse as her powers kept growing stronger. Elsa only noticed much later that, while she had seen her powers growing stronger, she had regressed to her old self, closed and reclusive from everyone, and consequently had stopped talking to Anna.

Then one day she finally lost control of her powers, therefore having her first outburst. The event by itself was already terrifying. But to her, what had been even more terrifying was the fact that both her father and her mother had been near her when her powers got the upper hand. She had been so afraid of hurting them that she refused to make physical contact ever since.

Then… things got stale ever since. She didn't improve these past 3 years, nor tried to leave her room as she had done before. Her father took some of the teachings her mother previously did as a way to getting closer to Elsa, though he could only do so much. Anna kept stopping at her door, either to ramble or, when she turned 10, to read her a story. She enjoyed greatly hearing her sister's voice, and it helped her cope with the new-found strength of her powers.

One day though, after she had had an outburst, Anna had heard her crying in the middle of the night, and it had deeply pained Elsa to hear Anna so miserable because she couldn't comfort her big sister. It had been the day after it that she discovered the hidden passageways, and it wasn't a week after this that she stumbled at the familiar tower. And for 2 and half years, Elsa came here whenever she had an outburst, so no one would be in pain to see her sorrow or hear her sobs.

Remembering begrudgingly each of those events had caused her to cry even more. She didn't even notice the frost creeping on the wall around her back, or on the floor around her feet. She had only focused in curling as tight as possible to escape those memories, to conceal her emotions.

By doing so she ended up almost asleep from crying and cursing her powers, when she heard a crashing noise. Opening her eyes startled, she could see the faint light of the moon illuminating a boy, apparently not older than her, on the ground.

Ignoring that the wall where she had been leaning frosted a little when she was startled by the noise, she closed on the boy, although she didn't dare to touch him. She gasped when her bondi blue eyes meet unfocused forest green ones half-opened.

She faintly heard him ask her if she was a Valkyrie, using a very odd accent that somewhat sounded like the Old Norse the priests used, before passing out. Had she not seen his chest rising and falling surprisingly smoothly she would have panicked, fearing the boy had died.

She noticed the odd gear he had on him, and, recalling the lessons she had on History and, briefly, the Royal Lineage, presumed he must be a Viking. That would explain how she could understand him, and why he seemed to speak Old Norse fluently. Still, many questions flashed on her mind, especially regarding how he crashed into the tower.

She noticed a faint gash bleeding on his forehead and without thinking she immediately went back to her room to grab some cloth and water. Even though she met him only a few seconds ago, the boy had enough mystery that got her curiosity to overshadow her fear of being near people. And she couldn't leave him bleeding; a gash in the head was not something to be taken lightly.

However, she failed to notice a creature as dark as Night itself stir slightly before also passing out. Toothless was far less injured than his rider, but suffered more from the impact with the tower. Windwalker landed on the forest and stood at the edge of it looking out at the tower.

He couldn't land on top of it since his white scales would give him away, even if the moon light was faint. There was also the possibility that the noise generated from the crash could have awaken someone and he would need to be ready to help them should they be discovered, and being near the crash would take away the element of surprise, the only advantage he had so far.

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It was only when Elsa came back with some cloth and a bowl of water that her actions fully registered inside her mind. She suddenly became afraid of touching him while treating the gash and accidentally freezing him, but also knew he needed that gash treated before it bled too much. She didn't know if she should ask her father's help since the boy looked harmless, or how her father would react seeing a stranger suddenly crashing at their tallest tower.

Somehow the water on the bowl didn't freeze when she momentously panicked.

She kneeled in front of him and lightly dripped the cloth in the water. She was extra careful to not get her gloves wet, more because she was afraid of icing the water than because it would take awhile for them to dry, as it was winter. She winced and had to resist the urge of backing away every time he stirred, though not because it might have stung healing the gash, but rather of fear that he would wake up with her still too close to him.

Once it stopped bleeding, she retreated to the corner where she was sitting before everything happened. Her eyes never pried away from the boy, for too many reasons to be listed that moment. Oddly, she didn't feel like sleeping that night, not anymore at least. The emotions she had flowing through her were more than enough to overcome the exhaustion of the events of that day that had settled on her before the crash.

Since during winter the sunlight was mostly of about 6 hours, she didn't worry having anyone checking on her soon. This time of the year things slowed down, and people slept through most of the night, not having the daylight to perform their jobs.

Arendelle didn't have, at least yet, what the British called light bulbs and electricity to work at night. She knew that her father planned on bringing this one day to their kingdom, but with the castle closed, it seemed that this would not happen so soon. Therefore, they still used oil lamps and candles.

The castle used gas-fueled torches hanging in the walls. It was a system similar to the one used in the streets, but more carefully built, as most of the castle's interior was made of wood.

She, on the other hand, burned a lot of candles since sleeping that long was an invitation to her nightmares invade her minds. Therefore it was the reason of why she didn't sleep as much as her family and the rest of the kingdom do.

It was around midnight, she guessed, so she deduced she still had more or less 8 hours before needing to leave the boy or else her parents would notice she was not in her room.

Fortunately for her, it only passed roughly 4 hours before he began stirring, a sign that he was awaking up. She tensed, suddenly aware that she had not planned what to do once the strange boy was awakened. Afraid, she kept still on her place, almost like a statue, while carefully watching the boy.

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Hiccup groaned a lot when he awoke. His head was aching like Thor had used it as an anvil for a decade, at the very least. Well, he considered himself lucky that he had braced himself before hitting the wall, otherwise it could have been worse. He was sure that, had he hit his head straight into the wall, he would have gone from Midgard straight to Valhalla.

Fortunately, his arms didn't feel like they were broken, just completely sore and bruised from taking the impact. And he didn't feel like his head had been severely damaged, so he had no big worries for the moment.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the dark ceiling. "Wha… what happened?" he asked to no one. He tried sitting, but his arms didn't manage to hold him up. He felt back to the ground, hissing a bit in pain as his head made contact with the stony floor. His vision blurred slightly, a signal that his head still suffered from impact and that he should rest.

He decided to wait until his breathing evened and he regained some of his strength. After a minute, he tried sitting again, this time successfully, albeit clumsily.

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Elsa would have helped him when he felt to the ground had she not been petrified. She didn't expect that he would wake up that night, not after seeing the wound in his head before she cleaned it. She was also having a hard time arguing if he was a Viking, as she observed his clothes and noticed some similarities to the Viking clothes she had seen in the books.

But what had been the biggest surprise to her was that the boy was speaking the same language the priests spoke, and she as heir had to learn, although he had an accent unfamiliar to her and a very odd one. She was sure Anna would have laughed at hearing his accent.

He had nothing of the big burly, bearded and armored appearance Vikings were known for, hence why her doubts if he was a Viking. While their kingdom started from a Viking village, Vikings were considered a thing of the past now-a-days. There were some rumors that some Viking settlements still existed in the uncharted waters up north, but no one dared venturing into it. The Snow Belt, as it was known, made it almost impossible travelling to it. And since no one found any reason to venture inside, no one found necessary to risk facing the barbarians Vikings and the treacherous snow.

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Hiccup slowly scanned his surroundings but failed the first few times because of his dizziness. He shut and opened his eyes a couple of times trying to get rid of his dizziness so he could properly look around. After it was mostly gone he scanned his surroundings until his eyes caught sight of a small figure sitting on the opposite side of the tower. The moon illuminated her pale face, as her ocean blue eyes stood out along with her seemly white hair. Both stopped breathing when each other staring.

He was mouth agape. He always thought Astrid was beautiful, almost as if the girl was a Valkyrie descended from Asgard. He even had imagined how a Valkyrie looked like when reading the old tales because of Astrid. But they were nothing compared to the girl standing in the corner of this tower. She looked like a Goddess herself, her beauty of deiform origin. Hiccup figured that if there was such thing as perfection, her beauty was proof of it. He was mesmerized by her eyes, and small figure, even though he could barely see because the moonlight was faint.

Realizing after a couple of seconds that he had been staring like a fool, he quickly turned his head, feeling his cheeks burn while his face was as red as a Nightmare. Of course he didn't expect that the first person he would meet once leaving the Archipelago would be this beautiful, or a girl in fact. It didn't help him much, as he didn't have much experience in talking to girls…

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Elsa's cheek blushed when she saw the boy was staring at her with a complete awed expression. Anna and her mother always told her that she was pretty, but it was sort of discomforting seeing someone stare at you so mesmerized, almost like trapped in a trance. She also averted her gaze when he noticed she was also staring at him. She was surprised to find beautiful, innocent green eyes staring at her rather than lustful ones as she expected from a Viking.

Apparently the boy caught up that he had been staring, as he quickly turned his head. She could see through the faint light that his cheeks were red as a tomato, and smiled a bit at the scene, figuring that the boy was shy a little, or at least self-conscious of his staring. It slightly reminded her of Anna, since her sister would likely have done the same he did in this situation. She could have been almost certain he wasn't a Viking, had he not been wearing Viking clothes.

Still not meeting her eyes, he tried to speak, but it was like his tong was knotted. It took him a minute until he spoke, embarrassedly. "H-h-hi" he stammered, heavily. He resisted the urge to smack his face, as he just made himself look like a fool in front of a stranger. He couldn't help himself though, every time he spoke with Astrid he had stuttered, that is excluding every talk after their discussion little discussion.

In a way he was glad to be gone. He didn't think he'd be able to face Astrid after saying she would be the only girl he would ever marry. Then again, if he would marry Astrid, it was surely no longer because she was the most beautiful lady he has ever seen. Elsa now has that title, even if he doesn't know her name, not yet at least.

His stammering did nothing to make her smile vanish. She found it a bit funny, although she didn't know if he did that because he was shy, embarrassed or if he spoke like that all the times. Once again she remembered of Anna, and how the princess stuttered when she found herself in an awkward situation. It felt… oddly comforting to see these similarities, yet also slightly unsettling. She didn't even know him and he already managed to stir feelings inside her.

Feelings that were supposed to be concealed, as they were feelings.

Once she realized she didn't reply, she shyly said "Hello." to him. Since she wasn't used speaking to people, especially after her isolation came back to square one, and he never spoke to a girl before, silence was what occupied the space most of the time. He eyed her a bit oddly, for reasons that she couldn't fathom, but didn't say anything.

His arms began to shake a little and he took it as a cue to lie down again. Elsa didn't say anything as she noticed that. She figured the boy should still be weak for crashing the wall. She still wondered how he survived the crash and how he appeared flying from the window in the first place.

He seemed to be okay, and if his stuttering was a trail of his personality, then it meant he had no serious head injuries. She had heard from her father, and read how head injuries could easily happen and quickly kill a fully grown soldier. To see this, apparently, weak boy survive such blow was a wonder to behold.

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Hiccup, meanwhile, was a bit dizzy again. He felt in some sort of trance hearing her voice, and combined with his dizziness, it did little to keep his thoughts only inside his head. "What a beautiful voice." he commented to himself once he was lying on the ground. He did not notice speaking it though, probably because his head still felt like a mess, even though the dizziness had mostly passed.

Mostly. Just like he was mostly sure that he had not said that out loud.

And Elsa, understandibly, blushed heavily by hearing this. 'What have I gotten myself into?' She asked herself, feeling numerous feelings regarding the boy. oddity that he was a Viking, wonder as to how he flied through the window, embarrassment because he made her blush twice (even though he blushed too), afraid because she didn't know him and her feelings could potentialy cause a power outburst.

And she was feeling annoyance, because she couldn't understand why she was so self-conscious.

She blamed her lack of control and social skills on her isolation.

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The chapter every single one of you was probably awaiting. Do review, I'd love to hear every one of your thoughts as to how this chapter progressed. Most of it is a resume of Echoes of Falling Snow by R2-M0, the dude behind the birth of this fanfiction (and 90% of the courage I had to have to begin writing it). The substancial information that will be used later has been written here, but if you want more details I'd definitely read Echoes.

Until next time! And if you were to choose a chapter of this entire story to review, choose this one!

Post-update AN: got rid of the doubled paragraph (I came to the conclusion that fanfiction cursed me the moment I began publishing this story. None of the other works I have ever had doubled paragraphs), and fixed an ambigous paragraph. Thank you fanfictionmakermachine for pointing out the ambiguity.