"Stoick, chief, sir, we've looked here. He's gone for good." Gobber says to me. 

"No. Gobber. We'll find him by Odin." I growl. 

"Stoick, we've looked for three years. He's not coming back." Gobber says.

"You don't know that!" I yell at him.

He draws back. I let out a breath. 

"Sorry Gobber. It's just..." I start.

"Hey no harm done." He puts his hand on my shoulder.

The stress is killing me. I am a Chief of a tribe who has been at war with dragons. We've suffered losses far greater than many. It's almost winter and our reserves are going lower. There is something plaguing us. Our sheep, yack, even chickens are dead. There is something evil that is killing our sheep's and yacks. 

They are lying on the fields dead with fang marks. Two fang marks piercing their neck. They've been sucked dry like a grape. Their skin turns wrinkled. Corpse likes with pale eyes. It's a terrifying scene. Our ship docks somewhere.

"What in Thor?" Gobber breathes.

An ice crown of mountains. Broken fort bits were in riddled in the ice. I get off. I grip my axe. What kind of dragon would do this? This is beyond what I ever could imagine. This is Odin's rage. Something is wrong. Something is ghastly here. 

I go closer to investigate. '

"Oi. Stoick. Wait for us!" Gobber says.

I ignore him. I walk into a crack of ice. The ice... what could've done this? This is something more powerful than I could ever imagine. Then a creature jumps down from behind me. I see a figure behind me.

"Stoick??" It asks.

My eyes widen. I drop the axe and the shield.

"Val?" I ask.

She takes off her mask. 

"How is this possible?" She asks.

"I-I- don't know." My voice stutters.

I walk forward. She draws back.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." I say.

I press my face into hers. She wraps her arms around me. 

"Stoick. I didn't think I would see you again." She says.

"I've always been in love with you." I say.

"Where is Hiccup? Where is our son?" She asks.

I draw back.

"I... I don't know." I answer.