How To Let It Go Chapter 12: Who is he? Who is she?, a How to Train Your Dragon + Frozen Crossover fanfic

AN: Hello my fellow readers. I must being this AN by apologizing to all of you for this horrible delay. My depression has been poundering me and it has been very hard to do anything other than stare at the ceiling- including writing this story. I can't promise this won't happen anymore because I don't want to make a promise I can't keep. But I can promise that I'll do my best to update this story at least once every two weeks. Also I wanted to thank all of you that has been showing me support since my depression started to hinder my writing abilities and schedules.

Anyway, review responses:

Scorpion6955: Well, considering that the avegare chapter of How To Let It Go is around 5000 words, I think you'll get used to its length. About their reaction, it was something quite hard to imagine actaully. If I took it to the extreme there would be no dialogue whatsover, but I also didn't want it to seem to unrealistic. i'm happy to see that you apparently approved their reaction. And as a Hicstrid fan don't worry. There won't be any Hiccelsa romance... not yet ;)

Guest: Please... a nickname, it makes a lot easier to address you. About your review, I'm very happy to see that I achieved, at least with some of you, what I wanted; doubt about whoever Hiccup will end up with. Feel free to let on this chapter's review who do you think he'll end up with and, if possible, why, I'd like to know that.

SpicedGold: Ah, firstly, let me say how an honor is to see a review from you in my story. I can't even being to express how much of a honor is to see such seasoned and great writer like you reading and reviewing my work. Now, about your review... A lot of things that you spoke in it are ideas that came from Echoes of Falling SNow- after all, it is a canon of this story- such as Elsa using her powers and trying to leave her room. But the idea of her reading her parents' faces are mine. It felt logical that she would learn this ability after spending years only seeing both of them. Despite fearful of the outside, I believe she has an inner curiosity to know what's happening around the castle, and with her family's lives. Also, I'm very happy to see that you liked their first encounter, it certainly wasn't easy to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter as you have enjoyed the last one.

Vahn N. Chrome: ah, a new review. I hope you become a regular one just like the others. And you need not to look forward for it anymore, as here it is.

Hospitaller1080: It seems that I achieved what I needed this scene to be- ultimamte awkwardness. And what would be the error? I'd be very thankful if you pinpoint it to me.

Noctus Fury: Ah, I was waiting to see your reply again. I do think that replying to reviews is as important as writing the stories, and replying them before the beginning of the chapter is the best method to do this that I've found so far. Regarding the weapons, while it is a good idea, I believe that he'll end up using only one of two of them-this isn't exactly an epic story full of battles, but more of a attempt of realistically portraying a friendship between Hiccup and Elsa. Also, I look forward to both see your book and to see you in this website- it would certainly be a welcome addition. Hiccup will definitely help her, but there are some fears that must be conquered alone... I hope you enojy this chapter.

Phantress222014: Here it is the new chapter, you need not to wait for it anymore.

**Special apologizes for fanfictionmakermachine, as this chapter was meant to be a birthday gift for him. I hope you still accept it despite the delay. I greatly hope you enjoy this chapter.

Without further ado:

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Elsa recalled how Anna used to say she has a beautiful voice, and also how her mother also used to say when they recited poetry together. But hearing from someone other than her family made her feel a bit warm inside, and self-conscious of it. The whole situation was odd, and she felt as shy as she had been whenever her mother caught her and Anna being mischievous, or by Gerda. Gods know how frightening she can be when mad.

She was feeling frustrated too; there were too many emotions slithering through her, and she couldn't control all of them. And lack of control means that her powers can come out.

Nothing good ever can come when that happens.

Thankfully, both their trail of thoughts were broken when they heard some grunts, more specifically draconic moans, though Elsa didn't know that. Elsa froze on her place, completely terrified, and also, unintentionally, drooping drastically the temperature. She noticed a shadow stirring near the window and, because she didn't recognize the sound, it left her even more terrified. She was completely caught off bv suddenly hearing an inhuman noise, and would have run away from the tower if she wasn't frozen on spot.

Hiccup didn't notice the sudden cold, probably either because he was still dizzy or because he was used to freezing to death climates. Berk snowed 9 months of the year, and hailed the other 3, so cold was something that didn't bother the Viking. He snapped out of his trance once he heard Toothless moan in pain, not even noticing Elsa seemingly completely terrified, her eyes looking at everywhere as she tried to pinpoint the source of such noise.

He slowly sat; forgetting again that a terrified princess was a few foot away from him freezing the tower inch by inch. "Toothless?" he asked worried. The dragon moaned in response, and he tried to get up to approach him. As soon as he was on his feet, though, he felt to his knees, with his legs shaking from the lack of strength. His body had not fully recovered from the crash, even though his legs had not directly hit the tower during the crash.

Elsa watched as the boy almost crawled to where she possibly heard the noise. She held her breath once she noticed a pair of toxic green eyes opening in the darkness of the tower. They resembled a cat's eye, but she knew that it did not belong to one, as they were too big to be from a cat. She also noticed that a faint reflection she had not previously seen was now apparent. It was like the creature had a smooth skin, akin to a polished metal, but colored in pure jet black.

The eyes, seemly floating in the dark, looked at the boy. Hiccup slowly approached him, but she noticed it was more because he was weak than out of fear. "Hey bud. Are you okay?" he asked the floating eyes.

She heard a noise which sounded closely to a croon. She was mesmerized when he responded to the sound, as if he understood it. "I'm fine bud… I'm just feeling exhausted. No broken bones I think, though my arms are completely sore. I think I didn't suffer any severe head injuries, since I'm speaking to you," he supposedly answered, a small hint of sarcasm in his voice, although Elsa missed it.

She resisted the urge to facepalm. He was like 5 minutes awake and it didn't even pass through her mind to ask him how he was. And yet, the mysterious creature apparently did as soon as it awoke. Considering how the boy spoke to the creature, she hunched that it was probably how he ended up in the tower. She was slightly awed that the creature seemed to care more about the boy's injuries rather than its own, assuming it was also injured when they crashed.

Hiccup patted his dragon's head. Apparently Toothless was just as sore as he was from the crash. Although dragons do had a stronger skeleton to prevent them from dying in case they fall from the skies they could still be severely injured from crashing. Hiccup had seen this happen more than once when a dragon was trapped in mid-air by a bola back in Berk.

He was glad that Toothless suffered no serious injuries and, especially, that his wings were still intact. The dragon only seemed to be bruised on the shoulders, probably because it is where he collided with the stone wall.

The boy held the creature's head as it slowly moved. Elsa gasped once it came out to the moonlight. The creature was as black as night, it had wings and the smooth polished skin was apparently scales. She has never seen something like this, only read about it… in fairy tales. "I-is that a dragon?" she asked fearfully. Her logical side completely denied such possibility, since dragons didn't exist, but her eyes couldn't deny what she was seeing at this moment. It was too similar to a dragon to not be one.

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Only when he heard that question that reality crashed on him, making him freeze on spot. He didn't plan on anyone finding out about Toothless. He instantly began fearing what she would do, since she was looking at a supposedly mythical creature, or so to speak. He didn't know how people would react to dragons outside the Archipelago, so he didn't know what to expect.

At least, in there, he had the advantage of dealing with Vikings, which meant he knew how they would react, even if it meant that he would be risking his life.

The girl's accent was odd, and although he understood the answer, he struggled slightly to understand her dialect. He recalled how the tribes had different dialects, some of them even wrote certain words differently from Berk. He presumed that this would be the case with the mysterious girl sitting in the corner, and hoped it wouldn't be enough to hinder their communication. It was bad enough that she already knew of Toothless, and by the tone of her question, he was sure that dragons were not a common creature throughout these lands, just as Windwalker foresaw.

He slowly turned to look at her. Both stared at each other's eyes, both of them very fearful, although because of different reasons. For how long they stood like that neither knew, until he dared to break the silence. "…yes?" he answered/asked with uncertainty. His biggest fear was that she would call someone, if their crash had not alert anyone else already. He hoped she could understand him well enough to at least he be able to explain his situation.

It did not settle her fears to hear the answer, 'or was that a question?' she thought for a moment. She read about the creatures, or heard when Anna read her some stories, even though everyone thought they were only mythical. Yet she was standing in front of one, and it did not burn her or maul her yet like the stories said they usually did.

The same goes for the boy, as he was seemingly a Viking but had yet to try to kill her or take her as a prize while bearing lustful eyes. Still apparently he knows the dragon, if the way he addressed it was any clue, so the boy was a potential risk, even if he himself didn't look like one.

He took the silence and steadiness as a cue that she wouldn't report them or hunt them down. 'Or maybe she was too terrified to do that,' his mind reminded him. His stance relaxed a bit, his body finally showing some movement after standing statue-like for Thor knows how long. His mind, however, quickly drifted to another issue. They might not be rattled to any authority inside the castle, but he was still trespassing what probably was her home.

"I guess I have something to explain, don't I?" he asked nervously, not daring to meet her eyes. If neither of them were too sore, he would have just hopped on Toothless and ran away. He did so before, he could do again. The thought that she was speaking the same language he spoke, although with a weird accent, barely registered in his mind, but considering the Archipelago had more dialects than different languages, it was not surprising to him that she spoke his language.

Elsa didn't know what to do. It seemed a trail she was having these days, and this situation wasn't apparently going to change this streak. The creature, now that she could see, has a saddle. She found curious, if not terrifying, the idea that a man tamed a mythical creature that wasn't even supposed to exist in the first place. If this dragon was as powerful as the ones in the fairy tales, she couldn't even imagine the power this boy held, probably surpassing even her own when talking about destructive capability.

Yet… he didn't order it to kill her, or kidnap her or anything. If so, he looked as afraid as she was when they gazed at each other's eyes. Also, he was probably of her age, so he couldn't be very dangerous, or so she thought. She felt oddly comforted by looking at his green eyes, finding emotions so similar to her that for a moment she thought she was looking at herself. It almost felt like looking in a mirror, and given how many unknown things this boy's appearance brought, it was a comforting idea.

It gave her a sense of control, even if it was through feelings. She didn't like relying on feelings to maintain control, but right at this moment, it felt right to do so. The tower slowly heated, though the boy apparently didn't notice it. She found odd how he wasn't simply noticing the temperature changes.

Then again… he had a fire breathing flying reptile as a pet, so while he didn't look dangerous, he, in fact, was. Still, their entrance didn't look like planned, as it, in fact, looked like as if it had been accidental, a crash. He wanted to explain to her. What, she did not know.

She mused, thinking that she was in a similar situation. While she also looked harmless, her powers could kill him on spot, like it nearly accidentally did with Anna years ago. The only difference was that the boy didn't know that she was also dangerous, and it wasn't as obvious as an onyx giant, fire-breathing, winged reptile.

Maybe he had no ill intentions. There was no way he could know she was there. Not even her parents knew she came to here-Elsa was unaware that her mother knew of this. Or, maybe he had been observing her. His cloths were mostly dark, as if to blend in with the dragon, and they were very simplistic, as if designed only to be practical instead of fancy. They both could be watching her through the nights and there was no way her, or anyone, could know. She hadn't even seen the dragon until it made his presence known.

Elsa gripped her head and closed her eyes. The flooding of thoughts inside it was beginning to drive her crazy. She took a couple of long breaths and exhaled each slowly. Finally prying her eyes, she saw that the boy did not move. 'He seems a bit nervous,' she hunched, because he was lightly shaking-although he may be shaking because he was still weak from the crash. She was also nervous, but years training to be Queen and dealing with her powers made her almost master the art of concealing her emotions.

At least until her powers get the best of her.

Sighing, she decided to go along with this madness. 'My life seems to be full of it so why not add another one?' she reasoned with herself. She tried to muster as much queenly attitude as she could, maybe to prevent the boy from lying. "Well, do proceed." She spoke softly yet also with an authoritative tone, to prevent the boy from hiding anything. She decided to use the Old Norse she knew from her religious teachings, since it wasn't like this boy would know Norwegian.

If she had a paper she would already be writing a list containing the oddities and curiosities this boy possesses.

He smiled a little, although nervously. She noticed his posture relaxed a bit after she spoke, but still kept somewhat tensed. For a moment he did not speak, and she wondered if he was going to explain at all. She noticed his gaze was a bit distant, so maybe he was trying to make up a lie to her, or didn't know how to begin. Both seemed reasonable and possible, considering he had a dragon as a pet. The fact that he didn't seem to expect finding her didn't help her in weighting which option he would take.

If she had a paper she would already be writing a list containing the oddities and curiosities this boy possesses.

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Hiccup's mind ran a million different scenarios where he would try to explain, most being him resuming his life's story. He didn't know if Vikings were welcome here, or if he should tell her everything. He noticed she had some fine clothing he had never seen. Then again, nothing in this village he has ever seeing. Only the blacksmith, that he could recognize anywhere, and even that looked very different from the blacksmiths back at the Archipelago.

"So… Um…" He tapped his chin. His shifted his foot nervously. "We aren't from here," he spoke, feeling at a loss on how to begin explaining his situation. He smacked himself mentally the moment he realized how stupid what he said was. 'Of course you aren't. No one around here has ever seen a dragon, much less befriended one' he sarcastically thought. Even Toothless looked at him with a 'are you serious?' expression.

She found… odd his statement, certainly not being the first thing she expected to hear. It was obvious he wasn't from here, but he said that nevertheless. 'Does he like to state the obvious? Or is he only buying time?' she mentally pondered. She noticed his nervous shifting, so the idea that he was a little lost at how to explain didn't seem farfetched.

But then again, the whole situation felt as surreal as possible to her. She briefly recalled when she thought he looked as if he was shy, and a part of her sympathized with him this instant. That part of her thought that he said this because he was nervous, even though another part of her didn't believe in this idea, not yet at least.

She decided to give him a little help. At least that would show if he was nervous or buying time. Still, she wanted to speak as little as possible, as she didn't trust her voice to be even for so long. Elsa was having a hard time concealing her powers and emotions given the situation. She noticed the room was shifting between freezing and ice melting but, curiously, he didn't seem to notice, or if he did, then he wasn't showing it.

Still, he did seem clothed for the cold. Perhaps where he came from was cold or colder than Arendelle in the winter, so he was used to it to the point that he didn't notice small changes such as her ice forming and melting. His clothes were odd, but the boots had a striking resemblance with the Viking boots… "If not from here, then from where?" she asked in a barely audible voice. Her tone was not accusing or aggressive, but more curious. It seemed the best approach to get him to talk.

He was almost lost in a trance again when he heard that voice, but he reprimanded himself, as he couldn't lose himself. He had planned on staying near this town, and this situation could jeopardize his plans. Not to mention he would need to change the rope on the tailfin to fly again. While it wouldn't take longer than a couple of minutes, he didn't think he'd have that much of a time if she reported him.

He could call Windwalker for back-up if things got ugly, but then they wouldn't need to find another town to live, and since their maps held almost no information from outside the Archipelago, it could take days to find another one.

He mentally wondered why he had to be in such a situation with someone that has such a beautiful voice. It would have been so much easier if he was facing someone like Fishlegs or Snotlout, or any sort of person that did not belong to the female gender.

"Well…" he said while gazed at the ground, rubbing his neck. He didn't know how to talk to a girl, and it didn't help him that he found her as beautiful as a Goddess. Neither of those facts stirred confidence inside him to speak looking at her, hence why he was looking at the ground. He decided to go with the truth, since he could try earning her trust. "I'm from the north, f-far north. The Barbaric Archipelago…" he answered, stammering slightly.

"Far north?" she asked, hoping that he would clarify a little bit. The boy seemed to be knowledgeable of some geography, so maybe he could specify what meant 'far north'. Arendelle was already up north, geographically speaking, and the only thing north from the kingdom was the uncharted waters. The young Viking-but-not-Viking tapped his chin with his hand, thinking. She noticed he did that a lot: tapping his chin and thinking. Her face flushed slightly as she became self-conscious that she knew this for staring too much at him.

"Yeah…" he added slowly, unbeknownst of Elsa's blushing, and sounding mixed between certainty and uncertainty. He pondered if the girl knew what he was talking about. Maybe… "Y-you know the Snow Belt?" he hoped it had the same name here as it had in his maps.

She nodded, and he took her silence as a clue to continue explaining. "Well… I used to live past it. Our ancestors sailed there generations ago…" he trailed off, suddenly forgetting what he was going to say. He hoped that maybe this would make her satisfied with his origins. He didn't know how many generations ago the Vikings had sailed through it, so he couldn't offer her an estimate year as a reference.

He was wrong. Very, very wrong.

"So… you're a Viking?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and fear in her voice. He paled, panicking a little at how she knew it. Most of his clothes were of his own design, and little to nothing that he designed looked like something Viking, hence why no one liked his inventions. Still, he was apparently wearing more than enough to show his Viking trails, probably the boots, so there was no way he could deny her question.

"Yeah…" he answered slowly, also afraid. He unconsciously took a step backwards, getting closer to Toothless. Maybe Vikings were hunted here like dragons were back there. Or maybe he had broken some peace agreement about trespassing. For all the scenarios that ran through his mind, the one about to come was not between those.

"Curious…" the girl pondered, as if she was amused a little. He looked at her in utter bewilderment, no longer wary of her reaction. "What?" he asked, before he could stop himself from doing so. Elsa found funny his confused, puppy face, and felt a bit sad that she couldn't imprint it somehow. It would be funny to have his bewildered face hanging around, something to make her laugh when she felt lonely.

"You don't look like one" she pointed out; not that everyone he had met before had already done this too. "We were also Vikings, long ago…" she added, gesturing around so he knew she was talking about the kingdom. His trail of thoughts reset at hearing this statement.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously, before cursing mentally his tongue. It apparently had created a will of its own during the worse situation possible. Still, he couldn't deny his need to satisfy his curiosity at this moment. He just hoped it wouldn't cause him trouble as it did previously. The boars still haunted his dreams after all.

She was confused a bit. Was he really clueless or just playing with her? She decided to continue talking to see if she would eventually find out. Did Viking tribes still exist up there? It would make sense, since they were cut off from the rest of the world. "Our ancestors… they were Vikings. That's why I speak…" she never finished, for he interrupted her.

"…Norse. But you have an… odd accent." He finished for her. She thought it was a bit rude to interrupt her, a princess nonetheless, but didn't say anything. She also noticed it was more like he was piecing things together than interrupting her by the way he spoke. She wondered how much he knew about her and the kingdom, or if he knew anything at all.

"Well…" she began but trailed off. If he was having trouble understanding that they, as time passed, changed their culture, how would she explain how Norse changed into Norwegian with the passage of time? She resisted the urge to let out a frustrated groan, since it would be unbefitting of a future Queen. Her father more than once had to deal with frustrating situations involving dignitaries, so she should be able to deal with something as simple as explaining the changes in a language.

"We used to speak Norse, a long time ago…" She paused to think of her next words. She briefly looked at his face and saw that he was waiting for her to continue, meaning he was so far understanding her. "But… time passed, and the language suffered some changes. New names for things that were invented were added, and most words suffered change in how they were spoken or written. That happened until one day someone called this modified Norse of Norwegian, and the original Norse, the one we're speaking, became Old Norse," she explained, making it as simple as possible. She knew the process was far from simple, if the tormenting lessons of historical grammar she has had were anything to say, but she didn't have the luxury of being allowed to be that complicated.

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He was absorbing everything she explained. It was a hard concept for him to grasp, since the languages spoken at the tribes before he left was pretty much the same from when their ancestors first settle. He guessed that adding new words would be something similar to the name of new dragons. The word Flightmare, in example, didn't exist until someone named the dragon like this.

As for changing the way a word is spoken or written, he compared to the brief moment he visited a tribe and found out that people there spoke Naddar instead of Nadder. He was sure that it was much more complicated than that, but it would have to do for the moment. He remembered there was something he still wanted to ask her.

"What happened?" he asked. If they were Vikings, why aren't they anymore? Were they conquered, or something likes that? He heard rumors about the Romans, though he thought something happened to the empire since roman ships were not seen since his great-great-great-great-grandfather was born.

The Archipelago helped them survive throughout the ages, since Vikings held a bad reputation among the mainlanders. One of the reasons they went there was to escape being hunted to extinction, for everyone disliked them. Of course, their raiding habits didn't earn them a good reputation either, which has another reason as to why they were hunted by the mainlanders.

She tried to understand what the boy meant by asking this question. She decided to go with the idea that he thought they were no longer Vikings, and wanted to know what made them change. "We progressed," she said, as if it answered everything. "We settled down, lived in peace and progressed with no wars to worry about. Our ways changed as the years passed and some practices were long since forgotten and new practices were created to fill this vacant space," she explained.

He tapped his chin again. She was beginning to be amused by the attitude for some odd reason. "That makes sense. Fighting dragons constantly makes hard to think about something else…" he thought loudly before freezing again. He had given too much information, and by the look he was receiving from her, he wasn't going to be able to bail out of doing so. Well, he would have, eventually, to explain Toothless, so sooner or later he would have to explain the Dragon War.

With a sigh, he rubbed his forehead. It hurt a little, but nothing like his arms. His legs were also begging to rest. "I hope you're ready to hear a little story?" he said/asked, seeing that she was confused because of his statement. Sitting down slowly, as to not fall like before, he turned to look at her, waiting for an answer.

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AN: Again, sorry for the delay, I'll try to upload another chapter before my friend's birthday, which is Match 14. And, as always, feel free to let a review, I enjoy reading and replying , I know languages modifications are far from being as simple as I portrayed them, but, since I'm giving a realistic tone to this story-which includes political settings, geography and language barriers-I had to explain that at some point. Hiccup's curious nature would obviously question that sooner or later. Elsa would learn Old Norse as it is required of royalty to learn ancient languages, such as this one and Latin. Since Norway is more Viking influenciated than Roman, I made that she learn this instead of Latin. The reality may have been different though. While I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, this still is a fictional story, so for all of you history enthusiasts, don't come hunting me with sticks and stones if in Norway the royalty also learned Latin instead of Old Norse.