It was a dark time for the three tribes of Old World: the unicorns whom controlled the sun and moon, the pegasi whom maintained the weather, and the earth ponies whom grew the crops – they'd all suffered from the indignity of the growing cold, one beyond their control or comprehension; of course, this was something they knew far too well since it was recent news.

Thankfully, they'd been able to overcome the big chill by letting go of their animosity, embracing the warmth shared by the Fire of Friendship: as a reminder of the times in which many escaped only to be followed by the windigo across the pond, the very first Hearthswarming was born, something to serve as a keystone for future generations after their founders.

Speaking of which, a Princess and her advisor are caught in the midst of a blizzard, struggling to survive so they can both see tomorrow: in order to so, it'd mean sharing a room at an inn overnight, left at the mercy of each other for company and fill the void of time; sure enough, there comes a time which not even the thickest blankets will keep them warm and restful.