This is my FIFTH update today. You all seem to be enjoying this story very much, so I would like to thank all who read. :) Shout-outs:

QueenAurora: Oooh, I know this! The answer to the first one is a Fan, the answer to the second one is Second Place (right? I had some trouble figuring that one out, so I don't know), and the answer to the third one is a coffin, I think. Am I right? :) I LOVE these riddles! They're great! Okay, hang on, I have a riddle for you! I got it in the woods, but I couldn't find it. The more I looked for it, the more I disliked it. I took it home because I couldn't find it. What is it? See if you can figure it out! :D

Wanli8970: Remind me never to get on Flara's badside...lol!

silverwolvesarecool: Elderberry extract, huh? Cool! Thanks! :D Yeah, getting sick's awful. I really don't like it. My brain doesn't want to function very well. And neither does my computer...ugh! It keeps shutting down on me. I'm just glad it stays on long enough for me to write and post chapters reasonably often. Especially with all my cliffhangers. I don't think you guys would survive if I didn't update often... :)

xFaerieValkyriex: Wouldn't surprise me, in all honesty. It should be, actually, now that I think about it. XD!

It was rather apparent that Hiccup didn't believe me. I didn't blame him much, though, although it did hurt me ever so slightly. I would have been the same he was had I been in his position.

Poor guy. He was shot in the shoulder, given amnesia, and now was on a ship with someone he hardly remembered sailing to a place where his enemy would kill him, more than likely. It wasn't really a good day for him. For either of us, really.

Freezing To Death was rather far away from Berk, so I knew we would have been sailing for hours and hours upon end. I told Hiccup he should sleep, since he was still experiencing headaches from when he supposedly hit his head, but he refused. And now what was he doing? Leaning up against me, sleeping. The poor fool.

[No offense, Hiccup]

After a few hours of just plain old sailing, the air became cooler. I hardly gave it a second thought. The temperature had always dropped a few degrees on Berk when night pressed on. But then I remembered that this wasn't Berk. We were sailing away from Berk, not towards it.

I sat in silence, listening to Hiccup breath, trying to match my own to it. My mind was racing probably around two hundred miles an hour as I tried desperately to think of a plan to get Hiccup and myself out alive. Chances were, Dagur didn't capture us just to turn us loose and say "Hey that was fun. We should do it again sometime." No, he was planning something much bigger than we could even imagine.

The air turned colder as another hour passed. I found myself shivering without even thinking about it, rubbing my arms, my teeth chattering without my permission. When I exhaled, I could see my breath, almost as fog in the air. And we were below the deck of a ship. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like outside the boat.

And then I remembered that the ocean would have frozen over about mid-way there, meaning we couldn't use the boat, meaning we would have to walk...oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no...

"What?" Hiccup mumbled.

Whoops. Had I spoken out loud?

He sat up and looked at me, and then seemed to register how freezing it really was.

"Okay," he said, "who's using this place as an ice chest? It's freezing!"

"Yeah, I know," I said through chattering teeth. "This is ridiculous."

"Uh-huh," said Hiccup. "How long was I out?"

"A couple hours," I said.

"A couple hours!?" he repeated.

I nodded.

"Astrid!" he said as loud as he dared. "Why didn't you wake me up? We could have docked while I was sleeping and something could have happened and-"

"You needed it," I said plainly, holding up my hand to silence him. "End of story."

"I know but-"

"End. Of. Story."

He sighed. "You always have to have the last word in everything now don't you?" he ventured, shaking his head, although I saw clearly he was suppressing a grin.

"Yeah, of course," I said. "I'm Astrid Hofferson. I have to have the last say."

He smiled, when suddenly the boat lurched. We grabbed the sides of the wooden bench (that had been, thankfully, bolted to the floor) before we could go flying across the room. Then, the boat ceased moving all together. Hiccup looked at me, obviously feeling a gazillion different things at once. The one I caught most accurately was terror. He was terrified.

"Hey," I said, "together, remember?"

"Yeah," he said. "At least I remember something." He smiled lightly, but it was filled with pain and worry. I knew he was just faking it; trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, just as I was trying to do with him. But it wasn't working for either of us, and we both knew it.

Then, the hatch leading below deck opened, and a soldier poked his head through. He was armed fully in mail and armor, two swords strapped at either of his sides, equalling to a total of four blades.

"Get up 'ere," he said. His voice was scratchy and unbelievably horrible. "We're walkin' the rest o' the way."

Hiccup and I exchanged glances before standing up and climbing back to the normal deck of the ship, awaiting the long walk ahead of us. Instantly, I felt paralyzed with cold. It was worse than anything I had ever felt before. I resisted the urge to curl up on the deck of the ship and shiver and just decided to let my teeth chatter and body shake as chills wracked my body.

Looking out at the ocean, I saw it frozen over in solid ice. I couldn't even see even the faintest hint of Freezing To Death, or any other island as far as my eyes could see, no matter how hard I looked.

Gazing over to Hiccup, I saw he was pale, looking ready to faint just from the cold, not to mention his more-than-likely headache and throbbing shoulder.

This was going to be awful.