Arendelle

Hues of pink, yellow and purples shone lightly through the fjords, night gave into dawn as the sun's rays entered through the royal purple curtains. Through the window that overlooked the peaceful kingdom of Arendelle lay the peacefully sleeping and queen. Her head of platinum blonde hair lay still on top of her slender shoulders, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging slightly open, a small residue of her drool traced down from her mouth and down. Her study table littered with parchments, a feather pen lay on the table a little too far away from its ink bottle, the melted wax that once was a candle spread across the mahogany board. The queen's desk did not usually look as clattered as it did at this moment, but due to extreme exhaust and sleep deprivation the poor girl fell asleep half way through answering and writing letters she exchanged with the persistent and ridiculously stubborn son of the late Duke of Weselton. The young man had tirelessly invited the queen to marry him as a way to restore the broken trade partnership, sending numerous letters to her table. Although the queen refused to give any thought of replying to them seeing as it was a waste of time, she had grown irritated with him sending letters scented with expensive perfume and bouquets of roses. The previous night she had planned on demanding a halt of his actions through the king of Weselton himself but thought of the much bigger consequences... The king would definitely stop the duke's son, but instead suggest his own too old sons. She resorted to forbidding any other letters delivered from the deceitful kingdom to her office.

A soft knock echoed through the silent study, the queen being a light sleeper, heard it clearly, snapping her out of her dreamless sleep. She groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to yell nastily at the person behind the door for interrupting her slumber. The knocking continued, louder and paired with a soft voice she recognized as her butler Kai.

The pale girl open her mouth to speak, but closed it immediately after feeling the sore pain of her dry throat. She pushed her head off from her desk, ignoring the dried trace of drool on her left cheek and walked towards her door, but not before grumbling her complaints. Rubbing her droopy blue eyes, she opened the door to her old friend, momentarily uncaring of how he jumped back in brief shock at the sight of the queen's appearance. The elderly man coughed, his queen narrowed her eyes at him.

"Good morning, Elsa" He said softly, although she tipped her head in greeting, her eyes were still narrowed, she clearly was still plentiful annoyed that he interrupted her sleep. Choosing act quickly to allow her to return to her slumber, the man bowed and offered her the white envelope in his gloved hands.

Elsa would have frozen the letter thinking that another one of the duke's son's letters had managed to slip past inspection, if it weren't the familiar sun crest on the wax that sealed the envelope. Breathing in a sigh of relief, she accepted it kindly, sparing Kai an apologetic smile before she closed the door of her study. Inspecting the envelope closely, she decided to open it.

Dun Broch

"Pull yur arms all the way back... No, all the way to yur cheek... Relax Hamish" Struggling with holding a bow, the curly haired boy grumbled, making his older sister roll her eyes. "Yer never gunna be able to shoot properly if yer such a stubborn babe"

Hamish pouted, thinking of the million things he and his brothers could have been doing... tricking Maudie – the most trusted servant of the castle – into handing them the desserts meant for the guests. If not by tricking, they could always divert her attention to one of their pranks and take the platter when she isn't looking... maybe they could—

"Hamish yur not listening" His sister's exasperated voice brought him out of his musings, the older girl narrowed her blue eyes at him and Hamish flashed her a cheeky grin. When she shook her head of wild curls, and turned her back, Hamish made ridiculous faces to mock her.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of his mock, deciding to ignore it she repeated her demonstration of holding and shooting properly, pulling her arm back, her hand and the tip of her arrow near her pinkish cheek. "Now ye wunna make yer shoot precise, so you relax..."

Her words were left unheard as the boy sneaked away from behind her; snickering to himself as he successfully ran away from his lessons.

Archery can wait... he was hungry.

"And then you-Hamish?" The princess blinked, her little brother missing from his previous location that was right next to her. She caught a glimpse of her triplet brothers' jolly reunion as they ran back into the castle, but not before they flashed her mischievous grins. The red head glared daggers at them "Oy! Yu come back here or I'll tell mum!" She gripped her bow tightly, mumbling curses her mother -Queen Elinor - would have threatened to sew her lips together. "Yu wee devils! I swear I'm going to make sure you have no desserts for a week! A year even!"

"Oh don't be so harsh on the boys Mer, dinners without desserts are depressing" A much different, but also familiar voice interrupted her hollering, she turned her head to glare at the silver haired boy who grinned cheekily at her.

She growled inwardly "Hamish wasted my time," Merida crossed her arms; her wild, red curly hair glowed like fire, adding an amusing effect to her already angry state.

"I beg to differ but it seems like you wasted your time teaching him" He smiled, his impossibly snow white teeth glittering in the afternoon's orange light. "But if I taught them..."

Merida shook her head wildly "Oooh, no." She glared at his grin "No. You will not be teaching my brothers your stupid tricks mister snowman"

They boy pouted, his immortal boyish features adding to his charm. A charm at which the princess seemed strangely immune to, "You hurt my feelings, I am a good and considerate teacher"

"You can't teach, Jack" Merida put her hands on her hips. "Remember the last time yu tried teaching Anna to skate?"

Jack chuckled melodically. "I can teach, in fact I have been teaching all day!" He put his arms up enthusiastically, flashing another boyish grin, which slowly dissolved into a pout when the princess crossed her arms and stared at him in disbelief. "It's true! I've been training dragon riders the whole afternoon"

The red head cocked an eyebrow, "Don'cha mean training dragons?"

"No, I mean dragon riders" He grinned. "I can demonstrate it to you if you like—"

"I'll pass"

"Please? I promise I won't—"

"Frost!" Another familiar male voice echoed into the wide field, the duo turned their heads to see their brunette friend marching down the hill, his face red and furious. Merida turned to look curiously at Jack who momentarily looked sheepish before he masked is expression into a neutral one. The Viking stomped closer towards the flat grass but not before tripping on this prosthetic foot and continued down the hill rolling like a ball of arms and limbs, the scene making the princess roll her eyes and Jack laughing hysterically. The brunette stood back up on his feet abruptly, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment and anger, "Stupid peg leg" He mumbled under his breath. The lean boy continued to stomp towards the pair who eyed his in amusement.

"Where is my inferno?" He demanded the silver haired immortal pretending to seem innocent but failing as he smirked. "You took it didn't you? Frost you are—mmph!"

His words were muffled by the cold hand pressed against his face, his green eyes still glared at Jack and Merida furrowed her brows in confusion. Closing his eyes and resisting a smile, he whispered to the princess. "This is how you train a dragon master"

Frost and sparkling magic danced at his fingertips before a block of ice that suspiciously looked like fish appeared in his hands. "You step closer to the dragon master..."

"Jack you suffer from a disease called stupidity" The brunette boy said before his lips met the cold surface of Jack's palm, muffling his protests.

"And then you place your palm on his head to tame him..."

Merida shook her head at the immortal guardian, momentarily chuckling when Hiccup slapped his hands away and glared. The trio had grown closer after four years, Jack would often visit the Scottish princess and play with her younger brothers, Berk and Dun Broch had sealed a trade partnership and an alliance, thus the reason for the chief's frequent visits. As much as they wanted to spend time with their three other friends, the princesses were too occupied with their duties to even talk with them. Thinking back... Merida wished she shouldn't have immediately given up on them and tried to find a way to communicate, letters existed didn't they?

"You're so small" Jack's comment brought the princess out of her musings as she turned to see Hiccup glaring at the silver haired boy.

The Viking chief mussed his hair, no longer wanting to tolerate his friend's teasing, Merida chortled. "That's not a very nice thing to say, Frost"

"No, he's really small"

"Thanks, you ass-"

"I mean it," Jack turned to look at the red head with a fixed gaze, he seemed like he was unable to comprehend how the pair did not see his point. He pointed out into the horizon; the duo glanced up to spot a small flying lizard heading their way.

Hiccup looked momentarily confused until he recognized the collar and the envelope on the Terrible Terror's neck. A messenger dragon, a smart idea by Fishlegs to send dragons with letters instead of men sailing great lengths to send it, the Viking chief studied the dragon from afar, trying to recognize the lizard's name. His forest green eyes widened as he did, his name was Razor, and he had the tendency to-

"It's like the size of my-" Jack screamed in pain as the dragon zipped towards his face and started biting his nose, Merida chortled loudly at the scene, screaming in fear the moment after the hyperactive lizard started chasing her.

Hiccup could only watch as the pair chased the dragon and as the dragon chased them...