She was born here? And these were her parents? She looked down to the woman below then to the man who was edging closer slowly, reaching across to another branch that was near the one she was on. They both did seemed very familiar. And she even looked very similar to the man, with just a few features for the woman. Was that why when she had sung that song with Blizzard she had that strange vision. No not vision, memory. Of people dancing and singing that song? It was possible. It could also explain why she had trusted Blizzard so easily. Because while she didn't remember him, she had trust for him implanted by her time here on Berk. Just like how she so did want to trust these people here. 

Her worry and fear started to slowly edge away, but she stayed on the cautious side of not sheathing her dagger, though she had it completely lowered with the electric current turned off. She took a shaky breath. This was a lot to take in. She had just found out her whole life was essentially a lie. That she wasn't who she thought she was. And what of her 'father'? And her 'mother'? Einar and Gunilla Bludvist. How had they gotten her? Well, since they were always stating how dragon riders, and more importantly one named Hiccup, who she now was sure was her real father, was their enemies, sh could assume the way they had gotten her wasn't a good one.

Looking at her father, she spoke again, her voice a little shaky, "What happened? How did I end up in another village not even knowing you were my parents?"