It was a snowy day in Winterfell, the fellowship had just arrived there, freezing bitterly due to the country's temperature. God knows how many layers they wore, but they were still freezing ,their arms folded in a shivery manner, their teeths clanking against one another, one shaky foot at a time in the snow..

It was horrid weather.. But the fellowship finally reached the One Wheel, all the guards were lined up in formation in front of it with their spears down, looking ahead with a straight face. The fellowship stood at the back to await what happens..