Much to Shireen Stark's surprise and relief, nothing hurt at all. She even stood up in wonder and patted her body. There was no pain, and the frigid wind no longer bit into her skin. Just as she tried to look around for Stormstrider, two silhouettes rushed out of the Bay. The Northern Queen found herself face to face with what could only be two White Walkers that were moving towards her with inhuman speed, ahead of the army of corpses. They were made of blueish ice, clad in dark armour, and with frigid, glowing eyes that promised death.