Ragna's Story

Hiccup listened attentively, working on his seal jerky as Ragna spoke;

"... It was almost three years ago." She began, "I had left my island in search of a new one. Mörgum here flew me many miles in my search." She stroked the dragon's neck fondly.

"... However, we were blown off course in the Spring winds. Mörgum was already very weak, and we landed here, on this very iceberg." She paused, lost in memories. "... Poor Mörgum broke both wings and one of her legs. It was a miracle that I ever got her to safety."

Hiccup shivered slightly. It was similar to how they had just arrived. He glanced at Toothless, who now tended to his own broken wing.

Meanwhile, Ragna continued;

"Time passed, and I feared that Mörgum would never heal. She did, in time, but she was not the same as before. Her wings grew twisted and she still walks with a bit of a limp. Over time… her flight membranes froze off completely."

Shocked, Hiccup glanced at Mörgum. It was true. All that was left of her wings were twisted, bare spines. She would never be able to fly again.

"We were determined, however." Ragna said, stroking her dragon thoughtfully. "We made this place our home. The seals are plentiful, and Mörgum has even caught a white bear." Hiccup realized that must be what Ragna's strange cloak was made of.

Ragna paused, looking at the fire. The flames reflected in her dark eyes.

"It was only by divine providence that we are still alive."

As if coming out of a trance, she blinked, looking back to Hiccup.

"You should get some rest. Tomorrow, Mörgum and I will hunt, and there will be fresh meat for you."

Hiccup nodded slowly. With Toothless' broken wing, they wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Best to make themselves comfortable, and hope for the best.