It was cold, the snow falling on New Berk's lands. The village was active, alive.

A few dragons that had flown from the Hidden World were in the village, playing with the humans they'd bonded with in earlier years, this being a special occasion for Snoggletog alone.

Hookfang was bothering Snotlout by stealing stuff and holding it outside of the man's grasp, Fishlegs got some young berkian children to have rides on Meatlug's back, the twins with their dragon, Barf and Belch were surely on the other side of the island blowing barrels filled with monstrous nightmare gel up and Astrid was washing Stormfly's scales under Nuffink and Zephyr's watchful gaze.

And Hiccup? The young chief sat on a bench, sulking, Toothless laying at his feet, the Night Fury just there to show support despite not knowing what could comfort Hiccup.