Astrid has been flying for over a day now. She was tired and starting to lose hope. Hiccup (now chief of Berk) had asked Her to make a fly to the North to scout for a missing fishing ship. So of course she took it. The air was chilly it’d started to get colder and colder as she drew farther and farther north. Stormfly was even starting to tire from the flight. Though they’d camped out during the night on an island mid route. The cold made the sleep unpleasant. As they kept flying there was a increase of fog and the temperature started to drop even lower. She was losing her vantage of the ocean.
the further north you’d get, the crisper got the air and the more frost smoke would fill the air. It would reminiscence a thick fog.
This cold fog would make any viking or dragon get lost and lose there sense of direction, but again, it was an amazing cover for the island of Frer. And there people didn’t take kindly to outsiders.
Guards were posted on the shoreline, and as they noticed movements they started scouting. One man realized it was a dragon flying in, but something was off. By looking through a spy glass he noticed a woman on its back, and sent word to the young chief who gave the words to shoot the rider down and free its dragon, doing there best not to harm the beast.
So gigantic balls of ice and snow started to shoot through the air.
Astrid was most surely lost. It was a thicker fog then she’d seen ever before. Stormfly started to panic some. Becoming more confused and lost, “Hey girl it’s okay, shush~” she spoke in a nurturing tone. Suddenly a giant white ball flew past her barely missing Stormfly’s tail. Astrid raised her brow and suddenly she started into a frenzy of flying snowballs she was attempting to dodge.
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