"And after that, you already know what happened. You know, all the drama." Tyrone ended the story.
"But I still have a question to ask. Where were you in the celebration?"
"I was, um, well, I forgot. As I've said before, my memory's a bit rusty."
"So he was more unfortunate than me after all."
Elsa leaned on Simon's shoulder and fell fast asleep. Minutes later, she woke up inside a room full of darkness, and nobody was there with her.
"Hello! Is anybody here? Anna? Kristoff? Simon? Tyrone? Where are you guys?"
"Elsa." A mysterious voice comes out of nowhere and startles her.
"Who's there!"
"Elsa."
"Show yourself!"
Suddenly, after she blinks her eye, the huge shadow forms a silhouette of the "future" form of Elsa, dressed villaniously with a dress with sharp ice spikes, freezing and destroying anything that comes her way. All of her friends are now frozen in thick ice, and they look dead.
"What's this?"
"That's right. Look all around. You are the one responsible for all of this. You will not be able to control your own power. And if you don't quit from this journey, fear will get you."
"Show yourself and fight me!"
"I am shadow. I am fear. You will just freeze everyone to death. And not even your Simon can save you."
"No, I already know how to control it."
"You'll see. Elsa. You'll see."
"Elsa." The voice starts to fade away.
"Wait!"
"Elsa." The voice distorts and changes.
"Elsa! Elsa! Wake up." Simon pats her shoulders.
"Get away from me!" She pushes Simon away, and she is not aware of her condition.
"Huh?"
Elsa realizes that it was just a dream, and she immediately blushes.
"I mean-"
She looks around. She is now sitting in a chair in a beige court filled with many people. Anna is sitting in front of her along with her other friends. Anna takes a bite from her burger.
"Where are we?"
"Just the food hall inside the airport. Anna here definitely has a huge appetite for modern food."
Elsa giggles. She now feels comfortable because of her friends, but her face shows some traces of worry from the nightmare before. The scenery zooms out, revealing the huge building and planes are landing and taking off. We move to the bright cloudy sky, and find Jack Frost playing with the wind.
"I wonder what happened to Hiccup. It all started when I was fighting Kai."
A flashback shows up with Jack and Kai fighting. Jack is extremely exhausted and Kai was about to launch off his finishing attack.
"Yes, I was in big trouble. The moment that Kai fired me his teleporting wave, I wasn't able to dodge it."
Jack tries to block off the attack. However, it was only a teleporting beam. He is transpoted inside a spinning vortex and the potal opens at lone island. It is a gigantic shard of rock jutting straight out of the water. Jack falls down the rocky hill, and bounces.
"Ow, Ouch, Oof, Eee, Ouch, and Yikes!"
The hill points down at a village, and he drops to the ground. There was nobody in sight, and Jack thought that is was abandoned.
"Nice, a ghost village! I've always wanted to explore a ghost village before."
Later, an number of people dressed with spiked helmets and armor armed with weapons are running towards him. Because he was invisible, he was "crushed" by the people and because he was also invincible, he just mimics himself being crushed.
"Wow, talk about an angry mob! Zombie apocalypse, anyone?"
He gets up and walks to the cliff. Below, a huge number of vikings are fending off a bunch of dragons trying to steal their sheep.
"Dragons and Vikings? Wow, they do exist!"
The present Jack's voice starts narrating.
"So I was trapped in an island called Berk. Great place for hiking. Great place for hunting. But definitely not a great place for staying. The village of the vikings. Durable, as I say. And it's old and new at the same time, if you know what I mean. Seven generations had passed, but every single building is new. The workers must've worked themselves to death, gah, just kidding. They fish, hunt, and look at the glorious scenes at the sky. The only downsides are the so called "pests". As you can see, there's a mosquito flying above my head and some mice running inside my sweater, just, ugh. But what you definitely won't want, is a dragon chasing you."
Jack joins the feud. He weaves through the erupting mayhem as Vikings pour out of the buildings, ready for a fight.
"I'm curious why these people won't leave. I guess they do have stubbornness issues."
Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand.
"Anyone ordered an ice serving?"
He blasts a beam of ice at the dragon. The beam accidentaly hits a viking.
"Oops."
"Did you do that?" THe viking accuses the man at his back,
"Nope, Wasn't me."
"Just tell the truth!"
"You callin' me a liar?"
The two vikings hit each other. Jack stays away from their fight and bumps at a kid smaller than him.
"Ouch! Jack Frost?"
"What is this kid doing outside again?"
"But I wanna fight dragons."
"No, you're too young."
"This, is Hiccup Haddock. Kinda gutsy and stubborn huh. But trust me, it gets so much worse. He's more of a wimp, actually. A nerdy wimp. It's weird how he can see me unlike the other vikings. Gah, must be fate, I guess. And I would like to recall his story, that made him part of the Big Four. Huh, fun times. I'll do the narrating."
Dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an explosion, knocking Hiccup to the ground.
"He's a wimp alright."
Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.
"Ack."
He passes a silent ox of a viking, picking his ear.
"Yep, just Ack."
The biggest Viking of all appears. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
"Son, what are you doing here? Get back inside now!"
"But dad-"
"No buts except for yours. Now keep moving."
The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard. He sets Hiccup down and turns to the sky, searching.
"Stoick the Vast. Hiccup's dadster. Chief of the Hairy Hooligans. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?"
Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky.
"Not so much. No, I'm just kidding, honestly, I do."
An explosion forces Vikings to duck. Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
"What have we got?"
"Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh,and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."
"Any Night Furies?"
"None so far."
"Good."
"Hoist the torches!"
Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types.
"Night Furies. That dragon's been the talk of the town. I've never seen one before, but I bet it's gonna be awesome! Just remember the name cuz' it will be significant in the later parts of the story."
A night fury zooms in the sky, and destroys a big watchtower.
"Yep. Really significant. I never got to spend so much time with hiccup beacuse I was searching for my way out of this island."
An imaginary scenery at sunset with Jack fishing at the docks can be seen.
"What are you looking at?"
The memory starts to distort at waves, and returns to the vikings.
"Just, forget that moment."
"O.K. so enough about me. Let's go now to our main hero, or rather main wimp, Hiccup. I'll leave the narration to you."
Below, Hiccup crosses an open plaza and ducks into an open building with a tall chimney. He crosses behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs appendage.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."
Hiccup dons a leather apron and starts to put away Gobber's scattered appendages.
"Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup strikes a bodybuilder pose.
"They need toothpicks, don't they?"
"Ha ha. Very funny," Hiccup says, in a sarcastic way.
Hiccup gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements.
"The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler."
At the village, the vikings and dragons are still fighting each other.
"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults."
"See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses."