Come On Norge: A Short Story

At the age of twelve a young girl was left abandoned in the Norwegian winter. Her family had died from the harsh cold, they didn 't want her to suffer from it so they gave her their warmth. They where trapped in a harsh snow storm for two weeks, leaving everyone but her to freeze and die. Now alone she does her best not to cry, afraid that if she does they 'll be frozen shut. A laugh comes from outside her protection. Who would be laughing in the middle of a cold forest? Did someone find her at last? She slowly went to the door of the car and looked out the window. Two men stood outside, the laughing one was tall and he looked like he was very warm. The other one seemed to be annoyed by him. “Come on Norge! It 's been two weeks since you saw

The journey back home for the men seemed longer with the child. Although they both can think of a journey home that took much longer than what they just endured. Although they don 't look their age, the men have been alive for many years. The two used to be vikings, and are the personifications of countries. They will have to explain what they are to the girl when she awakens and why they took her. They both sighed as the reached the door. They knew what was waiting for them on the inside. Two peaceful males cooking dinner and one stubborn person in the living area. Perhaps the youngest one wouldn 't be there and might actually be with his real family. Lukas reached for the door knob before he could the door jerks open. A tall man stands in the doorfram. He looks annoyed. “Finland Denmark and Norway are back.” His voice is flat as he returns to what he was doing. Lukas looked at the other and shook his head. They have to tell them not to call them by their country names until they can find the

She 's sweet and warm. The Nordics stare at Gry and Mr. Puffin. None of them had ever seen him relaxed like that when he wasn 't sleeping. “Her name is Gry Falk. Pretty sure she 's Norwegian or Danish.” Tino says happily. Berwald grunts and nods at his statement and looks at the Finnish man. Tino quickly jumps as he remembers something. “Oh! Three days! Three more days Su san! We need to go and get ready! Oh maybe Gry could help us with the preperations!” He hops over to her and takes the hands holding Mr. Puffin to her chest. He falls and pecks at his feet. “Ow! Emil can you please hold the bird please?” He begs with big eyes before the Icelandic man picks the bird up. “Thank you!” Gry pulls away slightly. “Help with what Tino?” She looks confused and fiddles with her thumbs. Nervous about what he wants. “I don 't know if I should help you.” Tino jumps on to her and hugs her. “Oh don 't be nervous please! I just need help with Christmas! See I 'm Santa! I 'll show you the north pole! The mochi 's probably need help making the gifts now that Christmas is almost here.” He smiles and takes her hand dragging her to a door. “Press your hand to the door!” She slowlly does and it opens magicaly. “Wow.” She stares at it until a cold blast of air hits her. “Cold.” She