Winter is not a season in the North. Winter is normal. Winter is permanent. Winter is their life. From the day the very first Winter Folk was born, up to the day the last of them dies, there will always be winter. Sul has grown used to it; every snowfall, every icicle, every storm that comes to them, she's so used to it that she starts hoping that something new would happen. And then one day in her life, something happened. A southling redhead sufficed her curiosity about the world beyond her little Winter town. The more stories he tells her, the more longing Sul feels to go out to the world without snow and ice. What if he asks him to go with him? If only Sul was not a Winter Folk, she would've said yes in a blink of an eye. But for them, leaving is never in their options. All they can do is to stay. And wait for something to come.