The snow began to fall, delicate flakes drifting down from the overcast sky, blanketing the ground in a soft, white layer. Astrid lay on the cold grass, her leg twisted painfully beneath her, and a wave of darkness enveloped her senses. The cave had collapsed, and with it, her hope, her family, and her spirit.

Time blurred as she drifted in and out of consciousness, the biting cold seeping into her bones. But then, through the haze, she heard voices—urgent and frantic.

"Astrid!" a deep voice called, and she recognized it as Stoic's. "There she is!"

Stoic, the village chief, knelt beside her, his face a mask of concern. As he gently picked her up, Astrid winced, the pain shooting through her leg like fire. She barely registered the warmth of his arms around her; all she felt was the weight of her grief.

"Hold on, little warrior," Stoic murmured as he began to carry her back toward the Great Hall. The village seemed to fade away, her focus narrowing to the beating of her heart and the rhythmic crunch of snow underfoot.

As they approached the Great Hall, the massive doors opened, revealing a scene filled with frantic activity. Villagers gathered, their faces a mixture of fear and sorrow as they caught sight of the chief carrying Astrid.

Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, and Snotlout stood at the threshold, their expressions shifting from curiosity to horror as they took in the sight of her—pale and trembling, unable to move.

"No…" Hiccup whispered, stepping forward, his voice cracking.

Inside, the air was thick with tension as Astrid's parents rushed to her side, tears streaming down her mother's face. "Astrid!" her mother cried, kneeling next to her. "What happened, sweetie?"

Astrid wanted to speak, to tell them everything, but the pain in her leg and the ache in her heart made it impossible. All she could manage was a soft whimper as her parents hugged her tightly, the warmth of their love contrasting sharply with the cold dread that enveloped her.

"Please, tell us what happened!" her father urged, his voice trembling with emotion.

As she lay there, the reality of her family's loss hit her like a wave. Ingrid, Mathew, Juniper, Scott,Freya and Twig—gone. The tears she had held back since that fateful day spilled over, mixing with the snowflakes that fell around them.

She tried to respond, to say something, but darkness crept in again, and her vision blurred. "Astrid!" she heard Stoic's voice calling to her, but it faded into a distant echo as she slipped into unconsciousness.