The Proposal

Chapter 4

Hiccup's Pov:

It was almost closing time, and I was cleaning up. Most workers were still laughing, and I'm glad most of they left. I can't stand being here any longer.

"Haddock, lets go". She said with her cold accent.

I knew that we had to go to the immigration office, and sign papers. Yay! See my sarcasm there.

"Hurry up! It takes a while to get there on foot".

I immediately started following her, but after I mumbled cursing words to myself.

We exited the office, and walked and walked. We were walking in the middle of New York, and i was not very happy. We passed food signs, stores, and so many things. I got so bored I started to play I Spy with myself. Elsa just walked in her super high heels, and looked like there wasn't a problem while I looked like I could collapse any second.

We walked for a good 15 more minutes, until we finally reached the immigration office. Thank God! We entered the building and we immediately saw the huge line. There were many people from different cultures in this room, and this line looked like it was a line for Disneyland. To long, and never ending.

I walked to the end of the line, but Elsa just went straight ahead to the front. I heard people cursing in English, Spanish, French, and some languages I didn't even know. I apologized to everyone we were crowding , and I felt bad. I kept on following her, and then the worker called out next.

"Oh us!", She said in her super fake "nice and innocent" accent.

"My fiancé and I are here to file my paperwork".

I cringed at the word fiancé, and I'm pretty sure the worker saw my face.

"Okay, just follow me, and Southern Isles will see you in a moment".

We followed the man into a hallway and then he opened a door, and told us to wait for this Hans guy. I thought we were gonna see the stuck up Isles guy.

"When he gets here act nice, and we have to pretend all lovey dovey okay".

" Yes Miss Arrandelle".

We waited. I looked around the pale grey looking room and I saw many files, drawers, and some handcuffs. I think it's about to get a little 50 Shades of Grey in here. I chuckled at my joke, and Elsa looked at me weirdly. I ignored her and waited.

Five minutes passed and the door finally opened and walked in this Hans fellow. He certainly did look stuck up, and he looked like he hid a huge secret. I don't like this guy one bit.

"Nice to meet you both, I am Hans of the Southern Isles and I will be handling your case. If any of you lie, you Miss Arrandelle will go back to Toronto and your fiancé will get 5 years in jail. Are we clear"?

"Crystal".

"Great let the games begin".