Astrid's P.O.V.

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with warm air, as I tried my best to relax in the steam room. A fresh cloud of steam shoots up around me and all it does is remind me of the smoke from the plane. This is ridiculous, I thought angrily, Everything I look at reminds me of the day I lost my mother. How selfish can a person get?! Hiccup lost his mother, too, and he keeps a smile on his face! So what if his grin reminds me of the pilot?! He's more cheerful than I'll ever be and, for all I know, he's been through more than me! A lot more, possibly! I am the most selfish human being on earth! Why can't I just think about someone else and try to help them?! Noticing a bowl of hot rocks near by, I flip it over in pure rage, scattering the stones across the floor of the steam room. Debra opens the door and runs in as I bury my head in my hands.

"Astrid? Are you okay?" she asks as she looks from me to the rocks and back again. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and look at her before going on my hands and knees to pick up the rocks.

"I'm fine. Sorry, thinking thoughts," I tell her as she gets down to help me.

"It seems these thoughts of yours are making you do the opposite of what Hiccup told you to," she says as we put the stones back in the bowl.

"I'm trying, it's just- It's been a while since I relaxed. I kinda forgot how," I tell her.

"Hm, why don't you sit down," she says as we finish picking up the rocks. I do so and she leaves the room before I hear soft Zen music playing. She comes back in and tells me to lean back and close my eyes. I obey, listening to the music. "Now," she says with an inhale, "I want you to tell me about the place you feel most safe and comfortable." I think for a moment before it comes to mind. I had been there before and it was amazing how calm it made me.

"It used to be the track and field at school, but now it's this place I found in the mountains. It was a field between two stretches of trees. It had rolling hills and a bubbling stream trickling near I sat. There were wild flowers scattered around it and I heard birds chirping in the trees, over miles away from my location," I tell her.

"Okay, I want you to imagine yourself in that field. Were the hills tall?" her voice asks.

"Yes. The tallest one reached over the trees in the distance and I could almost see the city I was staying in, which was a few hundred miles away," I tell her, having the scene show up in my vision.

"I want you to picture yourself on top of that hill. Now, look to the horizon. Tell me what you see," she says slowly. 

I let my body teleport to the top of the hill as I felt my muscles loosen and my heart slowed to a relaxing rate. Whoa. The view was even better than I remembered. I took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air and smelt something that wasn't the type of crisp that was supposed to be there: smoke. I look to the horizon and see the grey gas floating into the air from the tree tops. I'm about to tell Debra what I see but my body moves across the field, through the trees, and into a clearing. There was a plane in the middle of the stretch of grass, wings torn off, leaves and branches sticking out of the windows, and fire coming from the engine. Suddenly, people with stretchers run into the clearing and start pulling passengers out, one by one.

"She's still breathing! Get the stretcher over here! Now!" I hear someone shout and follow the voice to the other side of the plane before seeing them pull a girl out of a window. I see them pulling a woman out and go to see who it was but open my eyes before I could.

"Astrid? Astrid!" A voice echos in my ears, calling my name worriedly. I look to the voice to see a blurry image of Debra sitting next to me.

"I prefer not to do that again," I tell her, realizing who the people from the plane were.

"You were crying...what did you see?" she asks softly.

"It was all peaceful at first. Then I saw smoke coming from the trees. I followed it and saw a plane crash, in a clearing. A plane crash that someone, I used to know, died in," I tell her, adding after a moment, "Two someones."

"I think that's enough of the steam room," she says before leading me into the main room again. I sit in the massage chair and Debra turns it on before starting on my nails. As she waits for the polish to dry, she places warm rocks on my foot and rubs some kind of leg cleanser on my whole leg, up to my knee. It smelt weird and felt like it had little scent pebbles that scrapped dead skin off. "I'm sorry I have to ask," Debra says and I look at her as she pauses, "What happened to your leg?" I look at my metal foot.

"Um..." I pause, trying to think of an explanation.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's completely fine," she says quickly and I nod before leaning back into the massage.

"How long have I been here?" I ask before inhaling the scents of light smoke and vanilla that was wafting from the candles around me.

"Um, about an hour," she says, looking at the clock.

"I should probably get going to meet Hiccup," I groan and she nods before rinsing the cream off my leg and drying it.

"Hiccup actually stopped by and dropped some clothes off for you when you were in the steam room," she says, handing me a shopping bag.

"Oh boy, what'd he get? A sleeveless crop top, mini skirt, and eight inch heels?" I ask as I take the bag and look inside. I go behind the curtain and take the robe off before pulling out the blue mid-thigh dress.

"Uh, Debra?" I call as I stare at it, "Where are my clothes?"

"Hiccup took them when he left. Said he didn't want you wearing them anymore today. Sorry," she says from the other side of the curtain. I groan in longing and frustration.

"Have you seen this thing?" I ask.

"Nope. Now put it on so I can!" she says, sounding excited. I sigh before slipping it over my head and looking for my shoes. 

"Did he take my shoes too?" I ask.

"Yup," she says. He. Is. Freaking. Dead! I look in the bag and find a shoe box before opening it. Inside, was a pair of heeled boots with thick heels, making it easier to walk in them than normal heeled boots. Don't ask how I know that. If only I had someone to glare at. I slip the boots on and walk out from behind the curtain before hearing Debra gasp. "You look beautiful!" she breaths. I wish I agreed with her. My leg just threw everything off and without my jeans, it was bound to draw attention! Wait. Why do I care? I thank Debra for treating me and leave the salon, feeling people stare at my leg once I entered the main part of the mall. What did Hiccup, so pervertedly, say? 'Meet me in the food court'?