(Normal pov - Kingdom of Deheubarth, Wales)

Queen Freydis and her seer Gudrun laid eyes on a massive force marching towards their position, though it wasn't a Saxon or Wales force, rather it was a combined force of Vikings and Dragon Hunters. Freydis was expecting these combined forces to come here, the visions that Gudrun received had foretold their forces uniting to crush the Saxon kingdoms and make Hiccup Haddock suffer for betraying his Viking heritage and people.

The warriors of Fenrisúlfr had weapons in hand and readied themselves in case their potential allies tried to overthrow their queen from power. Freydis looked down upon the new arrivals of Vikings and Dragon Hunters and boomed out. "I am Queen Freydis, leader of Fenrisúlfr," she then inquired, "who stands as your leader?" A man with long, brunette hair stepped forward and smiled at Freydis. "I am King Torsten, leader of the Branded Brutes," he then nods firmly, "I stand as the leader of this combined force of Vikings and Dragon Hunters." Nodding in acknowledgment, Freydis spoke up. "We have been expecting you, King Torsten," Freydis looked down to her guards and ordered them to open the gates of the Deheubarth fortress, "you must be tired after your long journey, come, we have food, ale, and warmth that await you."

Torsten bowed his head in thanks and ordered all the warriors and Dragon Hunters of their combined forces to set up camp and merge with the warriors of Fenrisúlfr, while Torsten himself and the hierarchy of their forces entered the fortress.

Freydis watches as her guards escort her guests within the fortress to rest and gather their strength after the journey they endured to get here. Gudrun notes of the massive dragon just outside the camp and the swarms of dragons settling to rest as well. "Such a beautiful beast," Gudrun purred, "it will be a valuable weapon to wield against the Christians." Freydis turns to her sorceress and raises an eyebrow in question. "You have not seen Torsten or his allies betray us by wielding that monster against us?" Gudrun turns back to her queen and gives her a reassuring smile. "I have not Queen Freydis," the sorceress continues, "we stand as the last Vikings, I doubt Torsten would be a fool and betray us. But if he does? He will know suffering and torture beyond imagination."

"Good," Freydis said firmly before looking back down on the camp of warriors beneath them, "we are fighting for our future and it is a future that I long for! If we are to achieve that future, we cannot fail in our task." Sighing heavily, Freydis looked towards the horizon and breathed in the cold air before exhaling, "these lands will be a place for our people to begin anew, the next generation of warriors, heroes, and legends who serve Odin and the Æsir will be brought up if we are successful."

"And we will be," Gudrun reassured, "we have an army large enough to rival six Saxon kingdoms! And with Torsten and his forces? We outnumber the Christians. The gods have shown me our victory," the sorceress chuckled darkly and continued, "and the death of Hiccup Haddock III. We will not fail." Freydis nodded at her sorceress, knowing what she saw was the truth and that they would claim England and begin anew, but also kill Hiccup Haddock. The Danish queen then gestured to the fortress with her head.

"Come," Freydis said, "let us head inside and speak with our guests."

(Sometime later)

After having time to rest, eat food, and drink ale, Freydis summoned her guests to a chamber that served as a library for the former ruler of Deheubarth. Once everybody was gathered, Freydis once welcomed her guests and they all gathered around a huge table that held a map of England itself and every kingdom that stretched beyond Deheubarth.

"We must decide what to do first my friends," Freydis said firmly, "our army rivals any force our people have brought to these shores, and we must use this army well! With winter just days away, I believe we should strip the Saxons of their food stores and take it for ourselves." Murmurs of agreement filled Freydis's ears.

"If we starve them, the enemy will be weakened by hunger."

"Allowing us to kill them easily."

"And allowing us to tighten our grip over these lands!"

Torsten and Ivar shared a look before the kin of Ivar the Boneless stepped forward. "And what of Arendelle? We all know the traitor Haddock will not be so easily defeated," Ivar then continued, "he has defeated many of our people because he plans his battles and uses his sharp intellect against us! When we turn our sight to Arendelle? We must strategize and plan!" Torsten stepped up as well and spoke. "I agree with young Ivar," looking into Freydis's eyes, Torsten continued, "Haddock may be a traitor, but he's a formidable opponent who also knows the Vikings he fights. He will exploit our weaknesses and use them to destroy us!"

"What do you suggest then, my dear husband?" Sif asked, Torsten looked at his wife and smiled at her before turning back to Freydis. "Remnants of the Berserkers have joined our forces, they follow the sister of Dagur the Deranged, her name is Heather the Unhinged," Torsten turned around and gestured for a cloaked figure to approach, this figure removed their hood and lowered their face veil revealing a beautiful twenty-three-year-old woman with ebony hair which was done in a long braid which rested over her left shoulder. She wore a long-sleeve, light gray shirt with a black, short-sleeved hooded shirt over it, a brown mask to hide her identity, a brown leather vest, wristbands, dark gray pants, and brown boots. She has three black belts, as well as one that holds her horn and a long knife. Heather has metallic-like shoulder guards, bracers, knee pads, and skirt, all from the scales from her bonded dragon, a Razorwhip she named Windshear.

"Heather the Unhinged," Freydis said while eyeing the Berserker from head to toe, "welcome, I believe you are here to avenge the death of your brother Dagur and the lives of the Berserkers who fell who tried to take Arendelle in the past?" Heather grunted in confirmation and laid eyes on Arendelle on the map, with lightning speeds, she drew out her long knife and plunged her blade right where Arendelle is on the map. "My brother's blood and the blood of millions of our blood soak Haddock's hands and the spineless traitor happily sits on the throne of Arendelle with no regret in his heart," Heather snarled out, "this offense must be repaid!"

"And it will my child," Torsten said firmly, "Hiccup Haddock will suffer beyond imagination before we grant him the mercy of death. But before that happens, we must weaken the other Christian kingdoms, in the end, we'll isolate Haddock and we'll swarm his kingdom! Kill his men, take his wives and children as slaves, and take our time dealing with Haddock for his many offenses."

"Aye, if this is your command Lord Torsten, we shall see it done!"

Torsten turned around and laid eyes on one of his allies, a Danish king named Gudmundr who was a mountain of a man, draped in a thick bear fur cloak and his silver hair was done in long twisted braids, his beard was long and well-groomed, and he had a ghastly scar across the bridge of his nose. "This is my command," Torsten said to his ally, he then turned to Freydis and raised an eyebrow at her, "but only if you're in agreement as well Queen Freydis. We are meant to be allies after all, and I don't want you to think I'm usurping you of your command."

Freydis considered the plan of starving the Saxon kingdoms, it's a plan that has great potential indeed. With his allies weakened by hunger, Hiccup and Arendelle would be isolated, and only when the time to strike Arendelle would arrive. But the Saxons weren't the only Christian kingdoms, the Franks shared the same faith as the Saxons did and the Franks have crushed the Vikings in the past whenever they tried raiding or invading their kingdoms.

"It is a plan that is most attractive," Freydis confessed before continuing, "but we must also consider the possibility that Hiccup may call for aid outside of England."

"The Franks," Ivar stated before chuckling lightly, "they are a force not to be trifled with and they have fleets of ships. If Haddock calls the Franks to aid him, then our vendetta to see Haddock pay for betraying and murdering our people will no longer be as simple."

"That's if Haddock is even allied with the Franks Ivarsson," Heather said, "we don't know for sure. But I can find out for us." Turning to Torsten, Heather continued. "Send me to Arendelle, I'll be your spy, earn Haddock's trust, and find out if Haddock has allies outside of England," Heather shrugged, "and if he isn't allied with the Franks or anyone else? Then I'll capture him and bring him here to face his punishment."

"I agree with Heather," Sif said firmly, "Heather is not only a capable warrior, but she's also the best assassin we have among us. If she can capture Haddock in his palace? Then we won't have to worry about sacrificing thousands of our warriors in taking Arendelle." Torsten considered his wife's words and Heather's proposal, this was an opportunity they couldn't afford to pass up, they needed to know if Hiccup is allied with the Franks or not, and Heather was the perfect warrior for the task.

"Very well, Heather, you will leave at first light," Torsten placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded firmly, "I'm trusting you with this task." Heather bowed her head and spoke. "You honor me with this task, King Torsten," she then looked into his eyes and continued, "I will not fail and I will keep you informed by sending you messages via carrier owl." The Berserker chieftess turned to Queen Freydis and bowed her head before dismissing herself and off to rest for the night before she'd set off to Arendelle in the morning.

"Can she do it?"

Maeve asked Torsten, turning to the Dragon Hunter leader, Torsten quickly reassured her. "Heather and the Berserkers she commands are the best assassins we have in our arsenal," Torsten then smirked, "many will underestimate her because she's a woman, and women who underestimate are often the most dangerous."

"Indeed," Freydis said in agreement, "With that matter resolved, what of the dragons you control? What role will they play in our plans?" She inquired of Torsten. The leader of the Branded Brutes answered. "Haddock commands dragons, as do many of the Christian kingdoms," Torsten snorted, "no doubt the traitor helped them how to tame the fire breathing lizards. We have the Red Death in our arsenal, the very monster that has caused our ancestors to fight dragons for three centuries! We will use the Red Death to wash away the Christian armies, and use her to control any dragon we encounter!"

"We've heard rumors that Haddock possesses a dragon far bigger than the Red Death," Sif said, "we don't know what it's called by surviving Vikings that had encountered this dragon in battle told that it had two tusks that are longer and wider than our longboats and it has coral-like spines along its body." Torsten then turned to Maeve and smiled at her. "Then we are fortunate to have Maeve and her hunters by our side my dear wife," Torsten then turned back to Freydis and raised his eyebrows at her, "we have the manpower to wage war on England, and we have the gods on our side! This is the war we have waited for our entire lives! What say you, Queen Freydis? Are you with us?"

Freydis had suspicions that Torsten might try to usurp her authority and claim her warriors as his own, but they were stronger together and they needed to work together if they wanted Haddock to pay. Sighing heavily, Queen Freydis summons a servant and requests cups of ale, as the ale was poured into mugs and passed to all the leaders present, Freydis nodded at Torsten. "Aye, I stand with you, King Torsten," she then lifted her mug and smiled, "Skål!"

"Skål!"

As the leader drank together, they had united together to unleash hell and unrest upon the kingdoms of England and ultimately, root out Hiccup from Arendelle and make him suffer for the millions of Vikings he has killed in the last five years as King of Arendelle.