I was running through the trees, half covered in snow, panting and gasping.

I could only hope I'd outrun her, but she'd catch me eventually.

Then she'd take me to her fortress with her terrifying beast and torture me until I talked. Frantic, I spun around to see her coming straight for me. I winced as she leaped at me, roaring.

I landed in the snow with a grunt, and began to call for help, begging for someone to save me.

"Gotcha, daddy!" Freya yelped happily, "pinning" me to the ground with her short arms, which were wrapped in several layers of sweaters. Her words were muffled by the scarf Astrid had insisted she wear.

"Yes, yes, you did. Oh what will you do with me, oh snow witch?" I asked dramatically.

"Torture you!" She cackled, getting up and trying to drag me to her fortress, which in reality was only a few large lumps of snow sticking out of the ground. Toothless was standing there, trying to look evil and failing.

"Oh no, who shall save me?" I called into the cold air. "Toothless? My loyal friend?"

Toothless pretended to look confused. "But I thought I was the evil beast?"

"You are my evil minion beast!" Freya announced. "Help me get the prisoner into the dungeon!"

"Okay." Toothless said, walking up and picking me up by the scruff of my jacket, which caused laughter from Freya. I yelped and tried to get loose, pretending to panick.

"Betrayed by my own dragon." I sniffed as Toothless dragged me ungracefully on his hind legs all the way back to the snow piles. "What a tragedy!"

"Wait," Freya ran up and sat on the snow pile, doing her best impression of an evil laugh. "I have you now! Beg me for mercy!"

"Please spare me, snow witch!" I pretended to cry.

"No! I sentence you to be pummeled with snowballs!" Freya stood with an arm in the air, declaring it for the rest of the village to hear. "My beast! Snow him!"

Toothless oblidged, dipping his mouth in the snow and then spraying me with it. He then began laughing at me, because I was now covered in snow from top to bottom. I gave a dramatic gasp and clutched my heart, then fell over into the snow.

"Daddy?" Freya asked, peeking over at me. "Are you dead?"

I could hardly hold back the laughter. Freya poked me in the cheek a couple times, mumbling in confusion.

"Toothy, is he dead?" She asked, sounding worried.

I couldn't hold back the grin, but I had to hold still a couple seconds more...

"Da-daddy?" Freya asked.

I sprang up suddenly, growling. "I'm a ghooost and I'm going to hauuunt you!"

Freya screamed and ran for it as fast as her short legs could carry her, and she disappeared behind a tree. I stood, brushing the snow off.

"Think I convinced her?" I asked Toothless.

He rolled his eyes and snorted. "You scared the living daylights out of her. When you actually die, she's going to think you're haunting all of Berk."

"Nah, I won't die any time soon." I joked, nudging him with my metal leg.

Toothless rolled his eyes again. I walked over toward Freya, ready for another attack. I peeked around the tree and saw nothing.

"Freya?" My daughter was nowhere in sight.

But suddenly, A snowball hit me in the face from seemingly nowhere. I turned to see Astrid, a beaming expression on her face.

"Gatcha, babe." She laughed, Freya peeking from behind her with a grin.

"No one, not even my wife can cream me with a snowball and get away with it!" I yelled, scooping some snow and running at them with a smile on my face.

Freya stepped away while I ran at Astrid. My wife grabbed my arm and flipped me over into the snow.

"You were saying?" She teased as I got up. "Anyway, you three should be coming inside. It's getting dark out."

"Alright, milady." I agreed. "But only after I get my revenge."

"Hiccup-" She was interrupted by the kiss I gave her. Freya groaned aloud and turned toward the house.

"C'mon, Toothy, they're getting mushy again." She complained.

"Alright, now I'll come inside." I told Astrid. She grinned and turned toward the house.

"I've got hot chocolate." Astrid stated.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" I asked, looping my arm through hers. She backed away.

"Not till you dry off. You're soaking." She giggled.

I ended up chasing Astrid into the house, with her giggling.

"No, Hiccup! You're wet and snowy!"

"All the better to hug you with!" I grinned, closing the door behind us.