Bitterroot Valley where the north wind meets the sea

Elowyn, as she so enjoyed, found her way to the river and knelt her head to take a sip, drinking in the cold water before walking along the edge, carefully. It reminded her of her home and her siblings. 

It was too cold to go for a swim, but she considered it. Just the thought of it made her shiver. After a bit, she stopped and looked at the water. As if to test it, she dipped a toe into it and pulled it out quickly, visibly shivering from the thought of her whole body being in the water.