Note: Containing Frozen crossover.

Norway glanced around, the ship was still out on the water. Denmark and Sweden gave him serious, worrying looks, that their Norwegian peer got unconciously delirious frightened the two.

"Norge, what's wrong with you?! You kept writhing and talking nonsense in your sleep, and freaking me out! What kind of nightmare is it?" Denmark asked.

Talking about the nightmare... those green eyes... Why did they appear so frequently these days? They continuously haunted Norway, he just could not stop thinking about them. And also that boy...

"Norge, answer me!"

"Just... a normal nightmare, don't worry, bror."

"You cried out the name Ei, who's that?"

"I did? No idea."

"But... But..."

"I'm okay, don't worry about me."

No one said a word during the whole journey.

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"Ahhhh... Coming home is always the best, mmph, this familiar chilly air!" Denmark took a deep breath of his homeland's atmosphere. "Never expected we're going to separate ways, I feel down whenever thinking of it."

"S'parate?" Sweden surprisedly asked.

"Of course. The Viking leaders have to set out on their own voyages. It's not that we could always be in one group, Sverige." Denmark answered. "This time where are you heading to, Norge?"

Norway didn't reply.

"You've been really strange... Norge I know would be very excited..." The fluffy-haired then turned to the Swede. "You should also conquer your own territory, I swear it's a thrilling job to do."

My own journey? The thought spurred Sweden on, yet he had not come up with any destination. Need to find a good place... He then meticulously studied the map.

In the evening...

"Sverige, when would you take your eyes off that map?" Denmark grumbled. Sweden had been examining it since afternoon.

"If I'm n't wrong, there's a lot m'ssing in th's map? Is 't, N'rge?"

"Yes, it is. Got another taken from France, I'll show you later." Norway stood up.

"Where are you going?" Denmark asked.

"To the mountain, just for a while. Get prepared, no need to wait for me."

"Can't understand why I'm having a bad feeling about this..." Denmark told Sweden as Norway had left.

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"There must be a way to end this, I can't let those mightmares haunt me for good. My own magic's gone useless... Only him could help at the moment." Norway told himself.

The one the young Viking looked for lived on the mountain of his homeland. Hope he's powerful enough to get rid of this damnable curse.

So craggy was the Norwegian mountains that it took the country's personification rather long before arriving at the place. The man's family might be sleeping. In front of Norway were round lumps of rock lying on the ground. The boy got closer before gently tapping on a rock.

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"Wait for me, Sverige! Why not take a rest?" Denmark panted heavily.

"Ya've alr'dy done so a wh'le ago... Plus, I'm n't yet tired..."

"Because you're used to climbing. I never have to do that, you see, my home is all plains (1)! Why are these mountains in Norge's place so high?" Denmark moaned.

"C'me on, j'st a little more... I've seen Norge, ov'r there."

"Sweet!"

"Shh, qu'et."

Denmark and Sweden hid behind a rock nearby. They saw the Norwegian boy tapping on the stones, what is he doing?

As Norway's hand reached the biggest lump, he called, "Grand Pabbie, I need your help."

The rocks started to budge before turning into numerous Trolls.

"NORGE!" Obviously Norway's arrival delighted those magical creatures.

"Norge, it's been too long since your last visit... You're so mature now, and more adorable, my dear..." said an old female troll.

"Tell us about your adventures, please Norge!" a group of baby trolls flocked around the country representative.

"I will, but later, okay? Now I have to see your Grandpa."

The biggest lump of rock rolled towards him, transforming into an old troll.

"My son, it's a real amazement that you come round today! There's something wrong with you, isn't so? Sit down and leave it under my care..." Grand Pabbie tenderly held Norway's hand, placing it on his sceptre. "Show me what happened to this boy."

The dream flashed up in the air, lively and vibrant like a film.

"You know that boy, don't you?" asked Mr. Pabbie.

"Um...yes..."

Memories started to shape up in Norway's misty mind.

"Get out of my home!" The green-eyed boy flung towards the enemy.

"The Vikings are that easy to get smacked? Dream on!" Norway scoffed.

Indeed, it was next to a predictable outcome when encountering a Viking, especially Norway, the most brutal one. Everything was robbed. Monasteries and houses were ablaze in the destructive, famished flame. Without a route to escape, all turned into ashes and dust.

"You're nothing but a fool to go against me..."

A smile ghosted over Norway's lips, as the other collapsed. The defeated boy's eyes looked straight into the other's, the spotless crystal green for no reason became so haunting...

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"Pabbie, please, stop. I think that's enough."

Grand Pabbie withdrew his sceptre. "How do you feel now?"

"Ireland. Why does he keep obsessing me?"

"I think it's because you destroyed his home." said a troll baby.

"I've done so to plenty, but why is he the only one haunting me?" Norway sighed. "Please explain these things Pabbie, and also that dream, what on earth does it mean? I've asked for the trolls' help, but they failed to dispel it."

"Perhaps... that person's going to die."

"Die?"

"In certain cases, before breathing his last breath, one usually forms a magical bond with another, normally a relative or a person that leaves the deepest impression. Maybe to that boy, the person is no one but you. He seemingly wants to diminish your power during clashes, force you to think of him every time ravaging the battlefields."

He's about to die? Norway's blood suddenly ran cold. Ireland is disappearing for good?

"What should I do? A Viking that's incapable of fighting?"

"I can't do anything. There's no way this can come to an end. I'm sorry." Grand Pabbie muttered in sadness.

What else could Norway do then?

"Whoop, what's there?" a baby troll questioned.

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"What's wrong with Norge? Chatting with the rocks, has he gone out of his mind?" Denmark wondered, confusedly.

"Th'se rocks..." Sweden hesitated, groping for an explanation.

"WHAT ARE YOU LURKING HERE FOR?" Norway yelled in rage, striking his Danish brother's head.

"Argh!... It just that we're worried about you!" The Dane justified himself. "But isn't it that you've fallen ill, talking alone with the rocks over there? Let's go home, I will get you examined."

"They're not... Oh." The sorcerer Viking realized his peer, as well as normal people's incapacity to see magical creatures. Within their eyes, his mellow solid seniors, his cheery, endearing rocky babies were no more than soulless non-living objects.

"Alright, but again, I'm not crazy." He then turned to the trolls' direction. "Please make allowances for me everyone, they can't see you. Many thanks to you Pabbie, I will come round on another day. Goodbye."

The trolls gave Norway their farewells, while Denmark was even more frightened. "Let's go, Norge, you'll be better with a slumber... Sverige, why are you still rooted there? Come on!"

Sweden gazed at the rock ground for a while before leaving.

"Wish that Norge knows how to handle it... Grandpa, why is that boy staring at us, could he be...?" said a little troll.

"No way, maybe it's just coincidental..."

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Several days after that, the trio went on to prepare for the next voyages of each own. Sweden studied the new map drawn by Mediterranean merchants that Norway handed him.

"Norge, are you sure you're able to set sail? Or maybe just stay here for a time, I'm afraid that..." said Denmark.

"I TOLD YOU I'M PERFECTLY ABLE TO! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM!?"

Norway, pissed off by his troublesome overprotective brother, went to sit alone by the sea, casting his cold eyes over the distant horizon.

Sweden slowly approached, sitting down beside his friend. The atmosphere was too strained.

"N'rge..."

"What?"

'If ya're bothered by anyth'ng... why should ya bottle it up?"

"What do you mean?"

"If ya're th't worried, ya ought to pay him a v'sit. I don't kn'w what happened b'tween ya and Ireland, but solving th's right now would m'ke ya feel much better."

"You really think so?"

"Ja."

Norway fell silent in his thoughts about the Swede's advice. It was true that he genuinely felt anxious for Ireland, after all, it was because of him that the nation could vanish for eternity. Should he...?

"Thank you, Sverige. I just won't know what to do without you." said Norway. "Now I've figured out where to go."

"I'm gl'd that ya h've." Sweden sighed with relief. "And, N'rge..." He took out the map, "What's th're in the east? On th's map they dr'w virtually nothing." He pointed at a blank vast of land.

"Yeah, besides tiny Baltic sea was a land even harsher than ours, but there's no sea here. Without the liberty of being voyagers, such a trip would bore me to death. If I were you, I wouldn't even think of it."

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"Remember, we'll meet up at my home once returned. Let's see who brings back the most spoils!" Denmark announced.

"YEAH!"

The three again devoted themselves to Mother Ocean, on separated ways. Only the Almighty could tell what was waiting for the dauntless conquerers.

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Author's note:

(1) Denmark's topographical feature is comparatively flat, with the highest point only around 150 meters.