Silence fall over the mountain at the stroke of midnight. The thunder of the battle echoed and faded to nothing.
“The old year is slain! The winter will end!”
The queen pulled her white cloak tighter around her, remembering what it felt to be warm. Knowing that it would come again. And knowing that it would leave. The cycle would continue, and the people would need to be hardy, determined, and most of all inventive.