Trapped (A Big Four Story)

Chapter 7

Hiccup's P.O.V

Ever since Merida's outburst, the room had gradually been getting colder and colder. I was confused. There didn't seem to be an obvious answer as why it was happening. All the food was frozen, except for the small round cakes, but I wasn't too worried. The room can't stay this cold forever, can it?

Merida was still snoring, not even noticing the temperature change, and I, having lived on Berk all my life, was no stranger to cold, but I couldn't say the same for Rapunzel. She'd wrapped herself in her hair and was still shivering, the chatter of her teeth verging on annoying. I couldn't take it anymore.

Merida, albeit difficult at times, was interesting, despite being our enemy from the mainland. I ought to have tied her up and gotten information on when the next siege would be, but there was not point, it didn't look as though we would ever see the outside world again.  I would liked to have had her to talk to at that moment, but she was asleep! Rapunzel on the other hand was wide awake. She was sweet and delicate, almost annoyingly so given the circumstances. I never thought I'd say this but I prefer strong women. Fearless, weapon-wielding women, who don't shrink into a shell when life puts them into an unusual situation. Either way she was too cold to even hold a conversation at this point in time.

I looked up at the window above my head and noticed the moon starting to rise into the starry sky. I fancied airing my thoughts, but dismissed the idea as silly. Hopefully tomorrow would bring some pleasant surprises, hey, maybe even some interesting conversations to drown out the silence.

Jack's P.O.V

All three of them were asleep again. Never in my life had I been so frustrated by the habits of ordinary people!

The Man in the Moon was looking down on me. I could feel his gaze searing my skull as if he were the sun. I looked up and sighed.

"Why am I here?" I asked. "Why did you put us four together in a box?!" Once again he rewarded me with no answer.

"Just give me a sign that you did this for a reason. Something small, or maybe even something big like providing an exit from this concrete slab of nothingness!"

All he did was look at me, and I turned away in exasperation. Sulking, I sat down and messed with my staff. Freezing bits of Fishbone's hair to the ground, that could be amusing in the morning. One of Frizz's snores made me jump, however, and my aim went off. My icicle hit his jacket instead. On the inside was a secret pocket, that wouldn't ordinarily be seen, and peeking out of it was a piece of paper.

I had seen him with it earlier but it proved to be of no interest when he told Rapunzel it wasn't filled with anything. Time to see what he was lying about, I suppose. I opened it to behold a drawing of a dragon. What a shock to the senses that was. Investigating further, I found more pictures in his pocket. Dragon, dragon, dragon's face, dragon's tail, etc. What I also didn't expect to see was the machinery (?) attached to the dragon's tail. It has been scratched out and re-drawn, notes and explanations included (unreadable of course because it was all in Norse). It turned out Fishbone was hiding a little secret from the others, I couldn't wait to have fun exploiting it. Well...once I'd figured out what it was specifically.

I wondered what everyone else was hiding, so I creeped over to Frizz.. She was holding her bow in one hand, her quiver of arrows resting against the wall. I stared at her for a while, wondering why she only glimpsed me, maybe after some sleep she would remember me. From an earlier conversation she had with Fishbone I gathered that she was a princess, of DunBroch nonetheless, but I couldn't remember where that was precisely. Did I make it snow there annually or daily? Had I watched her as a child throw snowballs at the other children? Would I ever know?

I want to try and understand this situation so badly!

The Man in the Moon wasn't being responsive, but it was definitely his fault I was here. I was struck then with an idea, maybe this is my chance to be believed in. The others must be different somehow, or maybe this box changes things.

Laughing to myself about how ungrateful I'd been about this situation, I unfroze the room, except for where I'd frozen Hiccup's head to the ground. That was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Although still bored, I sat in silence and, of all things, I meditated. Might be good to have a clear head tomorrow.