"It all started when I got interested in the stories of me that Valka, Hiccup's mother, told him as a baby."

I perched demurely on the windowsill, smiling faintly as I recognised the shuffling sounds of Valka making herself comfortable, getting ready to tell Hiccup another tale of my adventures. She withdrew a roll of parchment from a nearby drawer, sitting down with a smile on her face as she faced the squirming baby. Berk was unnaturally quiet that night, no sounds of vikings and dragons clashing, and just like every night where no fights echoed, Valka spun her tales.

"Jacuql Frost, he is the spirit of winter, the spirit who makes the snow white and ice fall. They say he is the father of the great Bewilderbeast, a Titan dragon that breathes ice." Valka opened her mouth and mimed blowing shards of frozen water, tickling the giggling baby. "He is the son of the god Loki, mischievous just like his father. They say he blows around in these chilly nights, creating snowstorms, and pulling pranks. He is who Stoick blames for his frozen boots in the winter time!" She threw her head back and laughed quietly while wee Hiccup chortled.

"He has his own way of making winter spread. We have our own dance to mimick him!" She pulled away from her chair, grabbing a hastily-dyed blue cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders and dancing lightly, her feet touching, then leaving the ground like she was made of air. Her swift moves seemed to appeal to Hiccup, who was squirming around violently, attempting to recreate her moves.

"Whoa!" I flew over, just in time to catch the baby that had almost fallen from his cradle. Ice thinly coated the fabric that bundled young Hiccup. The crackling sounds drew Valka's attention as she looked back. Her green eyes went wide, one thin hand drifting for her mouth.

"Jacuql Frost."

Tooth gaped.

"She SAW you?! She's an adult!" Jack nodded, a ghostly smile lingering on his face.

An explosion diverted her attention, causing her to rush out immediately after a quick glance at Hiccup and I. "Take care of him!" She screamed and leapt out nimbly out the window. I lunged for the baby as it started to cry. He fixed his eyes on me, and immediately, I knew young Hiccup could see me.

"You can see me... Oh my god... you can see me!" I staggered backwards from the realisation. Two people could see me. Two people truly believed in me. I touched my forehead with one pale hand, blue eyes wider than saucepans.

RAARR! A dragon, with creamy-orange scales crashed through the window, landing on the floor.

"No!" I screeched, covering the cradle with my body as the dragon crept closer. It snorted and threw me out the window, and I hurtled away into the hot air, alight with fire.

"What happened after that?" Tooth's purple eyes were sympathetic and round, assessing my forlorn expression.

A few years later, I found the courage to return. If the baby had died in that sudden dragon invasion, I had to apologise. I had to tell her what had happened. I streaked through the skies. It was summer now, and the heat beat down on my back. Landing swiftly on a roof with a likeness of a dragon's head impaled above the door, I waited. As long as I sat there, Valka never appeared. Instead, a boy, probably in his late childhood, strolled down the deserted road. His brown hair was that of Valka's, a little long and windswept. His form was scrawny, tiny green tunic and brown fur coat fitting him like a charm. From my slanted position, I could see he had emerald eyes. It was as if Valka was reborn as a boy, only scrawnier. I crept closer. He was mumbling something under his breath, kicking at stray stones.

"Jacuql Frost... Why can't I find him anymore? My first memory... Mom, and Jacuql. He protected me..." He rambled on softly, head bent. Shock coursed through my system. This was the baby. This was the boy who I thought died from the dragon attack. I stepped in front of him, staff holding me upright.

"Hey kid... Looking for me?" Hiccup's head snapped up, eyes huge as he saw me.

"Oh Odin... Jacuql?!" I chuckled quietly.

"Nah. I'm Jack. Jacuql's my... uhhh... Viking form. By the way, I don't think my dad's Loki. Your mother confused me with another winter spirit." I glanced down and saw Hiccup's reverent eyes.

"My mother? What happened to her? I heard she died! My father said a dragon abducted her! You were there!" He lunged forwards, small hands gripping widely at my shoulder cloak. "TELL ME!"

"I didn't know she died... I thought you died. I was protecting you, she said she had to leave... Then the dragon came in and threw me out the window. I couldn't die, I was immortal."

"Why didn't you come back?" His heartbroken words prodded at my chest. I looked away, unable to gaze at the sorrowful pair of green that seemed to sear a hole through my troubled face.

"I was afraid. No, I was a coward. I was scared that Valka would hate me for failing to protect you. I was scared you'd died."

"Valka... So that was my mother's name." I looked down at the boy curiously.

"You didn't know?" His head shook sideways.

"No... My father didn't want to say her name out loud. He was grieving her death."

"You know, you two were the first to see me."

"We were?"

"Yeah. You have to believe in me to see me. It's pretty stupid, I know. But most of the world didn't know about me. I'm not well known."

"You were always real to me."

"That's why you can touch me, see me."

Tooth hastily wiped away a stray tear.

"So Valka died." Jack was silent.

"No... not exactly."

I found the truth when Hiccup turned twenty. We'd been talking, being friends for years.

I panicked, watching the giant Bewilderbeast, the dragon straight from Valka's old tales, attempt to destroy Berk. Berk had been special to me, the first land where two young mortals believed in me. I'd been making friends elsewhere too, but Berk was the first. Berk was at war against the hypnotised dragons, the Titan leader, and the cracked Drago. I prevented the damage as much as possible, drawing back shards of ice from the Bewilderbeast's mouth. Sure... This guy was supposed to be my son... I snorted, remembering the myth Valka thought was true. But it was okay at the end. Hiccup almost died, Berk was half destroyed, but almost everyone was alright. Toothless was the Alpha now, and the crazy Drago guy was gone.

I drifted down, touching ground as I met Hiccup's weary eyes. I gestured at the markings on his forehead with my staff.

"Chief now, huh?" Hiccup grinned weakly.

"Yeah. Stoick... My dad..." He wiped away a tear. "Well, I'll never live up to the legacy he left, but I can try."

"No way. You're going to be the best chief Berk will ever see."

"We'll see about that." I punched him on the shoulder amiably, wincing as my fist landed on the black metal of Hiccup's armour.

"Oh haha, very funny." Then, someone appeared from behind Hiccup. My vision tunnelled, mind frozen in shock. Hiccup followed my disbelieving gaze and nudged the equally frozen woman forward.

"Hello, Jacuql. Been a while, hasn't it?"

"Valka."

Tooth covered her mouth, gasping.

"She was alive!"

"Yeah. Apparently, she was hiding out with the dragons for twenty years. Thought it would be better if she didn't return."

"And Hiccup?" I gulped.

"Hiccup... We stayed friends until the end. He died too early, at least too early in my opinion."

"Jack..."

"It's okay. Well, no, it's not. I had to watch Valka die too. Hiccup was shaken with grief. Stoick died because of Toothless. Made me look at the dragon differently for years."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for your loss. It must have hurt terribly."

"It did."

"Tell me about... the other two."

"They were both royalty. They were all royalty. Rapunzel was a princess, Merida too, Hiccup was a chief. And they were all brave."

"Start with Rapunzel. I've heard legends about that hair."

"Rapunzel... she was different. She was special in a different way Hiccup was."

Cue Rapunzel's dramatic next chapter. Love takes up the Glass of Time.

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