Summer Blizzard? [Denmark, Sweden, Finland]

[Pangea]

Malmö was typically nice this time of year. With warm temperatures, Berwald and Tino had left their jackets at home, ready to enjoy a temperate afternoon at the park.

Of course, Denmark had to show up, griping about them not even visiting, despite being so close.

Oblivious to his status as a third wheel, Niels talked almost non-stop. Tino, fulfilling his old role as peace-keeper, let the chattering flow in one ear and out the other, putting an occasional calming hand on Berwald's shoulder as casual insults were dropped.

None of them noticed how frigid the wind had gotten until the first snowflake landed on Niels' nose. Blinking, he wiped the resulting water off his face and frowned, staring up at the now-clouded sky. "What is going on?" he wondered aloud, shivering in the breeze.

Tino had another thought. "Where are all the people...?" he asked quietly, glancing in all directions, only to discover that the park was now deserted.

The trio hissed in the next blast of wind, the sound of bare feet slapping against the pavement barely audible above the howl. Berwald discovered first hand that a troll was suddenly in their midst as it tackled him to the ground from behind, sitting on him and glaring up at the other two.

"We need to talk."

[Tino Väinämöinen]

The new cold winds didn't effect Tino too much. However in surprise, he blinked once, twice, at the troll on Berwald's back.

"What? ... What about?"

(OOC: You just had to pick Malmö, didn't you? I'm just going to go cry my eyes out now.At least it's not Växjö...)

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

To say Sweden’s day was only getting worse and worse would have been the understatement of the century.

What started out as a free day for him and Tino to be alone had quickly gone to hell when an obnoxious Dane had shown up, naturally blind and deaf to all attempts of making him leave. The weather seemed to follow his mood as well, he thought to himself.

He had been this close to punching Denmark’s grin, more than a few times, and it seemed like he would finally have an opportunity, when something hit him from behind.

The first thing he noticed was the ground getting too close to his face, the second thing was the blurry world when his glasses fell off, and the third was something quite heavy on his back.

It was really just a pathetic grunt/plead, but hopefully it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Get off me.”

[Niels Christiansen]

Denmark was having a great day, to say the least.

Since Norway was out and Iceland was nowhere to be found, who else to hang with than Sweden and Finland? And not only were they both available, but they were going on a picnic too! Instant cure for his insufferable boredom.

So he sat right between the two and chatted about life the universe and everything -- too distracted by the sounds of his own voice to notice the changes in weather. It wasn't until a snowflake drifted right between his eyes and hit him square in the nose.

"The hell? What's going on?" Denmark looked up at the sky, turning darker by the minute. Surely, the north was cold, but the weather did not drop this fast. Something strange was unfolding -- something that left him right now cold, confused and without a coat in Malmo.

He looked around the area at Tino's suggestion, finding it stranger that there were no people in the area, especially since not too long ago the park was buzzing with activity. Before making a comment about the phenomenon, he was hit with a gust of wind followed by the sound of a loud thud behind him. Turning around, he spotted his brother laying face-first in the dirt, with a troll sitting on top of him.

"Well, would ya look at that..." Denmark gaped, astonished at the sight. It was a creature of fairytale, one that he'd never thought to see in real life! Plus, it was standing on Sweden's back... the creature couldn't be all that bad. "... Whaddya need?"