You had just moved into Trolberg, hauling in the last few boxes.

As you walk throughout the Scandinavian inspired city, three kids and a deerfox catch your attention, against your will because fuck you :) (Wow, you're the rude one today.) My turn, bitch! (I like this new you.) DON'T GET USED TO IT! ANYWAY. The three are busy chatting.

Frida is holding her hand up with one finger, speaking like a teacher.

Frida: "Hilda, we cannot rush into things so brazenly like you say."

Hilda tilts her head, her expression bored.

Hilda: "But where's the fun in that?"

Frida facepalms.

Frida: "Safety is the Number one concern!"

David has his headphones in, ignoring the conversation.