"Exactly. If there's any place in the city that we can find a calendar and maybe even other things we're familiar with, I think the museum is the best bet. Surely there has to be someone there that would know what we're talking about, right?"

Optimism. Astrid needed to maintain it. There was no way that she was going to go about the year without a calendar of all things. That would be unthinkable. Unacceptable.

"I mean just imagine it, gods forbid, we're stuck here for years without a calendar we miss our birthdays so many times that we forget how old we're supposed to be-"

It was a horrifying thought but she cut herself short before she allowed herself to go any further. Hiccup's birthday was in the winter, wasn't it? Winter was over, which meant that the boy's birthday had come and gone - fifteen winters turning into sixteen. Another change. That meant hers would be coming soon, wouldn't it?

"You missed your birthday, didn't you?"