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"DunBroch." I repeat. "Great. So we may 'ave ah lead."

"They've dabbled in magic before." Elsa says. "My mother used to be friends with the queen there."

"So they might know about the broken balance." Astrid sums up.

"If anythin', it'll give us some sor' o' start." I say.

"Do you know where DunBroch is?" Milo asks, startling me. I had very nearly forgotten that him and Hiccup had been crammed in with us in the tiny space.

"No." Elsa frowns. "I've never been outside of Arendelle until now."

"When did they close off the trading routes?" Astrid asks.

"Just over three years ago." Elsa replies, looking frustrated.

"Well that's great." Astrid grumbles. "How are we supposed to find some kingdom if we don't know where it is?"

"If it's so well known, the people o' Scotland must know of it's whereabouts." I point out.

"So I just drop you three in the middle of Scotland?" Milo asks us.

Elsa, Astrid, and I all exchange a glance. For better or for worse, we're a team now. Sure, we don't have a plan, but at least we have a destination.

"Elsa you're making it snow." Hiccup suddenly says, and I realize he's right. Little snowflakes fall from every corner of the control room.

Elsa bites her lip, and slips on a pair of gloves, looking resigned. "We should get right on it."

"Wouldn't want Milo's ship to freeze over." Astrid says jokingly, but I catch the flash of panic in Elsa's eyes.

"Elsa's right." I butt in. "The balance ain't gonna to wait fer us. I say we go tah the most populated part o' Scotland. And find out where DunBroch is."

"I don't know where the most populated part of Scotland is, but I'll make sure I won't drop you in a forest." Milo compromises. "I've taken the liberty of looking at some maps of Scotland. If we're going to go to a part of Scotland that isn't surrounded by trees, we could go to the clan of Macintosh. They're not royalty, but it's a start."

"So Macintosh?" Astrid asks, looking at Elsa and I.

"I guess so." Elsa mumbles, fiddling with her gloves. It might seem unimportant, but I noticed that she was quieter ever since Milo pointed out her accidental snowfall.

"That seems like a plan." I agree.

"So by my calculations, it should be another half hour at most before we reach the clan of Macintosh." Milo says.

"I don't think you should drop the flying ship on them," Elsa murmurs. "They might attack us and refuse to help us."

"Alright. I'll land near the clan, close enough so you can find it, but far enough so they won't see it coming." Milo replies. "You should go get your weapons. We'll be there soon."

Elsa is the first one to leave the control room, although she had barely brought anything with her. Now that I think of it, I don't even recall her bringing a change of clothes. As she walks out of the control room, I hear her quiet mumbles, consisting of "Anna..." "Conceal..." "Damn unbalance..."

Astrid followed after her, probably actually needing to gather her weapons. She had quite the collections, I had only seen glances. Seeing what she could do with an axe though made me want to stay on her good side, and thankfully we were.

That left me to go and gather my stuff. Besides my torn, dirty dress, I also have the extra clothes Astrid gave me, and a bow and a set of arrows that Hiccup had given to me before we left. It would take me little to no time to clean up my mess.

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