“This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. Thepeople that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While
other places have ponies, or parrots, we have … dragons!”
May the valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin’s great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you’ve taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen: A warrior. A chieftain. A father. A friend.
Winter in Berk lasts most of the year. It hangs on with both hands and won’t let go. And the only real comforts against the cold are those you keep close to your heart. - How to Train Your Dragon : Gift of the Night Fury (2011)