[He chuckles but then hesitates at the suggestion. He almost considers it. Looking at the way his husband recreates his childhood bedroom is enough of a nostalgic trip but seeing his dad again, even an ice formation of him...

Hiccup shakes his head.]

No, I...I let him go a long time ago. [Even though a small, childish part of him really wanted to.] I mean it'd be nice but it...doesn't seem right. [It'd make him feel like he was in the museum again, staring at Astrid's corpse.] Sometimes the dead are better left a memory.