Blizzard made it to the house- gasping as he tripped over the threshold, lungs burning from the cold. The door slammed shut behind him and the room was warm once more as the fire continued to crackle in the hearth. He immediately straightened and went straight for the bed in which the married couple was being clutched and clutching at the girl. And demanded the answer he desperately needed to hear. “Is she alright?” But Hiccup found himself in a sort of shock, holding to his daughter with all his strength. Her words were unbelievable but so sincere as if this horrible affliction had cured her amnesia despite the many years she had been lost. 

“Is she alright?” Blizzard ventured again with more force, only seeing her tears: gruff, impatient and worried he wanted to shove them apart so he could ask her himself. He had heard nothing of her recovered memories so this scene was confusing and alarming.