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It started as a normal day for the Encanto, The Madrigal Triplets began their normal routine, Julieta prepared breakfast, Bruno overslept, and Pepa made sure it was sunny. Soon it was time for the grandkids to wake up, with Luisa being first and always eager to help. Isabela followed with her baby sister Mirabel, the two always woke up together. Either Mira would go and wake up her big sis or the other way around. Dolores and Camilo followed.
Today La Familia Madrigal would prepare for Mirabel’s ceremony which would be tomorrow. Mirabel seemed to be extremely excited and so was Isa. They ran around Casita filled with energy. Abuela watched them happily. She always loved it when she watched the two sisters playing together. After all, it was kind of hard finding one without the other. If you found Isabela, Mirabel wouldn’t be far behind. She always followed her big sister like a duckling following its mother.
And Isabela always made sure Mira was with her. She’d always make her little sister smile when she was sad, and would always tangle with vines anyone who dared to hurt her baby sister’s feelings.
Today was like any other day in la casa Madrigal or at least that's what it seemed. When the sun fell down and the family had dinner, it was time for Mirabel to sleep for one last time in the nursery before getting her own room. Mira wanted to have the last sleepover with her big sister in the nursery but her parents didn't let them tonight, Mirabel needed to be fully rested for her big day and whenever the girls had sleepovers, none of them slept.
If only Abuela had allowed Isabela to stay with Mirabel tonight…Or even better let them have that sleepover in Isa’s room maybe Mirabel would still be with them on her birthday. Because that night, that damn night, a group of people had the audacity to sneak into Casita and manage to take the youngest Madrigal without anyone noticing. They only left a note to Abuela. That note would hunt her forever.
“The Madrigals will fall, starting with the youngest one” - Dragon Hunters
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The strange group of people that kidnapped Mirabel didn't manage to get Mirabel to their boss as they shipwrecked on an island very far from Encanto. The island was filled with Vikings who didn't really like slave trading. The remaining survivors were instantly killed leaving a scared 5-year-old Mirabel alone surrounded by what it looked like angry Vikings. One of them, their chief took her to his home for now.
“What are we going to do with the little girl?” A tall muscular Viking questioned
“The girl needs a home, we know for sure she’s not from our archipelago, but we cannot let her die out here” A big man with green eyes and red hair replied, many other Vikings agreed, and two Vikings emerged from the crowd, a large man with a stout build, round face and brown hair alongside his wife who had similar features as him only her hair were blonde.
“We can take her in Stoick ” The man announced as he looked at the red-haired Viking.
“You sure about this? You already have Astrid” Stoick questioned, the man looked at his wife who nodded.
“Astrid always wanted a sister, the girl looks like her age it’d be nice for her to have a friend” He replied, Stoick nodded
“Alright then from now on the girl is a Hofferson” Stoick announced to the other Vikings. He then lead the couple to the young girl who was playing with his son Hiccup. The two jumped when the adult Vikings entered the room.
“Hello, little ones,” Stoick said and turned his attention to Mirabel who made a few steps back.
“It’s okay Mira, it’s just my dad” Hiccup reassured the young girl as she seemed to calm down at his words.
“Mira?” Stoick questioned his son who nodded.
“Her name is Mirabel she likes being called Mira for short” Hiccup answered, the girl, Mirabel nodded. Stoick smiled at the girl and introduced her to the two other Vikings that were with him. He explained that these two would take her to their home.
“We’ll be your parents now,” The man said as he gently picked Mirabel up. Although hesitant at first, Mirabel began to calm down when the woman started to stroke her hair lovingly. She felt safe.
The couple then took Mirabel to their humble home and introduced Mira to their daughter Astrid. At first, Astrid didn't seem too happy with the idea of having another girl around but soon she grew to love Mirabel and the two became best of friends. Astrid was not Isa, but Mirabel grew to love her especially since she always comforted her in her nightmares.
It didn’t take long for Mirabel to call Berk her home or the Hoffersons Mom and Dad.