She stared, wide-eyed, as the large chunk of ice soared through the air aiming directly at her.
Her life flushed before her eyes.
The birth of her three pups.
The clothing to her lover that he was hers and only hers.
Him willingness, eagerly excepting it without a second hesitation.
Confessing their undying love for each other.
The day they first mated and she marked him as hers.
Keeping the pups a secret from the rest of his village.
The surprise on Stoick the Vast's face when he discovered the pups.
The grant celebration that has commenced the following night after the pups have been announced to the village.
She would no longer able to create more happy memories with her family, no longer would she be able to see the groggy face of her mate in the morning, hear his startled yelp as their pups tackled him, no longer able to watch as he created little toys for them to play with, and worst of all she would never see her mother, her pups, or her mate again.
'Maybe the Valkyries will hav