You put your hand out, and feel a coldness into one's own soul. It was so chilling that it reminded of the north, as the ice surrounded the entrance for a quench of thirst. She was well versed within the winter seasoning, and almost preferred it above all else. It gave comfort to blend in, unlike every other season she enters. 

Though being on the constant move, she never could stay. While adored, she also wished to see what else could be. If not, her sunflower eyes would've never seen this cold river. It was cold where she would never take a swim, but a quick drink before continuing downwards of the land.