Here I am, as I have said, with a Hiccanna fic! I just have a thing with brunettes/strawberry blondes, and Anna's new hairstyle in Frozen 2 made me fall in love with the character like never before.

In this story, expect love, death, confusion, despair, drama, blood, sweats, and tears. And maybe long updates, but the weather says it's pandemic outside haha. I'll try to update as often as I can.

In this story, I would like to try a new method. Well, it is not new, per se, I'm calling it new because it's something that I don't normally use in writing stories; first person point of view! This story will focus on Hiccup's point, but I might change it to Anna's, but nothing solid planned at the moment.

For the sake of the shipping, I will make Hiccup never date Astrid, and Anna to Kristoff. It's the most toxic way to do so, but I suppose the most neutral way as well. The time takes place after Frozen 2 and HTTYD 3.

Without further ado, here you are, a Hicc-Anna fic, for you Hic-Anna shippers out there (to which I'm guessing there's none).

Hiccup's POV

It was the first year of many upcoming years years where we finally tasted some measure of peacefulness. A year since we released our dragons to the place they belonged to, the hidden world.

The peacefulness was something never we were never really accustomed to. It was like a pair of gentle hands reaching for you. You get startled initially, heck do not even realize the gentleness of the hands, but you begin to accept them slowly.

And the new landscape was something we fell in love quickly. It was bigger, wider, more diverse, resourceful, it was a piece of Valhalla on land.

Releasing the dragons was one big step that was needed to be done. Yes, we missed our dragons terribly, but it did make us less of a target in the eyes of other foreigners. And with our new position, not many could find it and… we had higher ground! Strategically speaking, higher ground is always a plus.

Though, that did leave us with works to do, many works. Building the civilization anew, adapting to the new dragon-less life which we were so accustomed to in the previous five years, and updating other allies about our new whereabouts since we relied some goods on trading. For the chief, it was quite the hard work.

Peacefulness. Even after three years, I could not get my head around it. That was, until they attacked.

The first thing that started it all was a giant fireball flattening a house next to mine. It was followed by another one, and another one, until the night sky was basically lit by the incoming giant fireballs. My mind instinctively thought a pack of dragons were attacking us, the but fireballs were… manmade.

I alarmed the others to go out. I rushed my way towards the cliff to see where the fireballs originated from. It was hard to make out, but the moonlight provided enough lighting to reveal the fleet of ships heading towards the island.

Seeing them, I commanded Eret to ready the catapults to counter attack. It took us some time to prepare the heavy carts in which the catapults were based on, some fireballs even managed to destroy our catapults before we could even place them in position. It was chaos. However, it was about to turn worse.

We later discovered that the fireballs that had landed on our land did not just land. Minutes later, they exploded, which we never expected.

Boom there, boom here, as a chief, I was desperate. Our weapons could never counter attack the ships because they were already destroyed. Men, women, children were dying. We were trapped on our own island. Our final line of defense was the island's geographical shape itself. With no beach for the ships to beach at, the troops onboard would struggle to climb the island.

At least, that's what I thought.

As I was evacuating the others, I heard shots coming from the ships, cannon shots. But the projectiles that arrived were large harpoons, with chains connecting the ships and the harpoons. The harpoons stuck on the edge of our cliffs, providing them a way for the troops to step on our land.

Of course, seeing this, I had to order some men to get rid of the harpoons. However, before they could even lay a finger on it, the harpoons ignited on fire, giving us a harder time getting rid of these. I swear, the technology of these enemies was something else.

More and more harpoons landed on our cliff edges, until it was too many to bear with. I decided to tell my men to grab their bows and arrows. My plan was to shoot the enemies while they were climbing their way up the chain.

My men did as I commanded. I looked down the edge to see some dark silhouettes already climbing their way up the chains. As my men readied in their position, I raised my hand to give the signal.

"FIRE!"

My men shot fire arrows at them. It was the very first counter attack that I could actually deliver, and I had high hopes. My jaw dropped when I saw the fire arrows giving no effect on those troops. The arrows simply bounced off the targets.

I could not believe it. I told my men to shoot more arrows, but the enemies did not even flinch an inch. The firing stopped when I heard the cry of one of my men at the other end of the scene. I turned to it, and saw a foreign soldier already stepping his feet on my land. More of them managed to reach our island, signaling the time for a close combat.

I finally saw the reasons why my fire arrows did not leave a scratch on the enemies; they wore heavy armors made out of steel that I have never seen before. I haven't even mentioned their sheer size, they were as big as us! Well, not me, obviously, who's a mere fish bone.

Without even an order, my men attacked back at the enemies with their axes and swords. Driven by rage, they blindly charged at the enemies, who were, unfortunately, not driven by rage, but by skills. If I were to choose between skills and rage, I would choose the one we can harness. Sadly, for us, the skills of these enemies were something else. I saw one man dealing with three Vikings in the same time, and winning!

I began to feel hopeless, but rationality was there to clean the mind; my priority was my people. I kept on evacuating the others, telling them to run towards the boats to evacuate. Some stubborn ones ran towards the enemies, some not-so-stubborn ones followed my order, fortunately. But then, I heard the last bad news that I wanted to hear from Eret.

"Hiccup! The boats are sunk! They destroyed our boats! We have nowhere to go!"

It hit me hard like Fishleg's Gronckle. There were only two sides I could look at as I turned my head; the sight of bloodbath caused by my Vikings dying while battling the enemies, or the sight of hopelessness of my Vikings being trapped with nowhere to go. Neither was any better. I needed my dragons. This was the perfect moment for a blast of plasma blast.

"Chief of Berk, come out! Wherever you are! And we will stop the slaughter!"

I looked towards the source of the call to see a man in a shining armor. It really was shining because of the fire around him. Unlike the other enemies, he looked like he was the commander. His armor was golden, and he wore no head protection, revealing his bearded face and blue eyes that somehow glowed in the dim environment.

"Turn yourself in, and you will see no more drops of blood!" He offered, while raising his sword.

It was a no-brainer decision for me, though Eret tried to hold me back as I took a step towards the commander.

"Hiccup! No! It's a trap! Don't turn yourself in!"

I broke loose of his grasp, and ran towards the commander while raising my hands.

"I AM THE CHIEF! I AM HERE!"

I called out, and stopped on a safe distance between him. He judged my looks in disbelief.

"You are the chief?" He pointed his sword at me.

"I am… P-Please, stop this!"

He scoffed at my fishbone-like body, and gave a signal to his men to stop killing my Vikings. They arranged my men in a line with their hands on the air, and the tips of their swords placed right behind their necks, allowing not a single body movement.

"W-What do you want?" I asked.

He raised a brow cockily. "What do I want? Your land, obviously! Isn't it obvious? It's full of everything a man can dream of! Water, food, hell, good views!"

He stepped towards me, pointing the tip of his blade at my neck. "Here's something you probably did not know. High ground provides… better view. Better view gives you… I dunno, better patrolling? I expected some resistance when we were on the water, for God's sake! You made it a lot easier for me!"

I gritted my teeth in anger, but they were soon loose as the man used his sword to knock off my prosthetic leg. I dropped on the ground immediately.

"Your chief is weak!" He grabbed my prosthetic, and cast it off the cliff. "Your chief cannot protect his own, look at him! He can barely look for himself! He's limping!"

His men laughed at the mockery.

"You will pay for this…" I cursed.

"Uh huh," he looked at a man who seemed to be his right hand and nodded. "Do it."

I did not know what he was told initially, but it became clear right away, too clear. They began execute my Vikings.

"NOOO!"

I ran on my one leg towards my people, but the swords behind their necks were faster than me. I had never witnessed bloodbath like this before. It was not the blood that killed me; it was the looks on their eyes, keened for a tiny shard of hope from me.

A man pulled me by the arm and threw me onto the ground, pinning me on the chest with a blade. I saw the night sky clouded with smokes from the fires, with my people screaming in agony.

"Find the rest of them! Leave no one behind! KILL 'EM ALL!"

The situation made me reach the point where I could no longer process anything from my senses. I failed as a chief. I failed to protect my people.

Next thing I knew was that I was actually spared by the commander. He put me in a prison in one of his ships. He said something about selling me to someone because I would have a high value in money. But I cared none of that.

And here I am, three days on the sea, with no idea of where the ship was heading to. Not that I cared. I was too much of a broken man to eat anything, or drink, or even breathe. I attempted to kill myself numerous times, but they wanted me alive, so they had to cuff me.

The crying, the eyes, the fire, they never left my brain.

It's a bright morning, as sunlight makes its way through the wooden deck above me. One man descends down the stairs to scan the surroundings. Another man follows him, and he asks, "Where are we stopping again?"

"Arendelle, we're stocking up again there before continuing," he answers. The name made my eyes bulge.

Arendelle?

As in one of my allies, Arendelle, ruled by Queen Elsa?

Arendelle, the kingdom which we would trade silver for fur?

Arendelle?

"Oooh, Arendelle. Never been there. Heard the queen has the power to control ice!"

It's Arendelle!