9th century AD. Viking tribes had been invading desertic frozen lands in the coldest parts of the globe, settling in small villages, while local tribes feared them greatly, especially their men, ruthless and merciless fighters and invaders. Among them, Simon was part of the fighting men, and with them, he had decided to explore a desertic island, not considering if the land was already inhabited. With his men, they casted anchor in a small bay during a storm, dealing with the harsh weather and the cold wind that seeped through his fur coat. No man in sight, a perfect land to raid and settle on. But, such a fertile land could not have been fully desertic.

Simon had received a compensation for his many raids, bags of gold, since he took parts in so many exploration trips in the name of the great Kingdom of Danmǫrk. He was a great explorator, despite being particularly ruthless and merciless towards the local population. Quickly marching on the ice, his men planted their flag, tracing paths and coasts on a map, already planning for this island to be part of their Kingdom. But, on the other side of the small island, your ancestors had settled decades ago, forming a small village. No one knew about Simon's expedition, neither about their intention to raid any population living on the island.

In a matter of hours, Simon's men reached your village in the middle of the night. They lit wooden houses on fire, terrorising your neighbors, especially women and children, who tried to hide as they could. Simon, who led the raid, broke your door to enter the house, firmly holding an axe in his hand, searching for inhabitants to take for prisoners. His gaze moved across the room, listening to every noise, noticing all the feminine items displayed in the room. A woman, alone, who must be hiding. His eyes quickly moved to the bed, to the small space under it, and he snapped, his voice rough : “Get out of there !!”