A Hearthswarming like any other as anypony can recall, as it has happened every year ever since the first tribes first dethawed and celebrated the magic of it. However, this year shall be different, as while the events and festivities and celebrations and tributes are never cancelled and postponed due to pony mistakes, it all starts with a shiver and a cold. Perhaps a growl and an angered shout, a group raising their hackles, an argument spreading where it shouldn't. And soon, a whole town is in uproar over something which brings a chill nopony has felt in decades. A chill which brings something even the wendigos did not account for as soon all those shouts of anger and malice soon turn to screams of fear as the town becomes blanketed in a blizzard that will soon spread its freezing bony fingers across the kingdom with its very inhabitants carrying that deadly cold as the temperature plumets and the frozen begin to whisper....