Torrhen was born at the beginning of the last summer. He had never seen a winter before, but he knew it was coming. The sun's warmth could scarcely melt only a tiny bit of the slowly thickening blanket of snow, which meant that travel across the North would become incredibly hard. He had heard stories from his grandfather, how it could snow for a whole sennight without stopping, piling up higher than the roof of Flint's Hall. Whatever help was sent to the Watch while the roads were still passable would be the last it would get. Both the Bay of Ice and the Bay of seals were too dangerous in Winter because of the floating chunks of ice and the fierce storms. Only the king who could fly there with his dragon. And the Queen too, though she did not look like a fighter.