"Winter is coming," the king said ominously, turning from the window.
"Happens every year," the queen replied, less than graciously.
They huddled together and drifted to sleep to the sound of the wind moaning through the snow swept night.
The queen gingerly put her foot to the ground, searching for the slipper that she knew to be there. "Forget it," she mumbled, forcing herself from the warmth of the counterpane and into the inhospitable chill that permeated the room, wincing as her bare feet touched the icy floor. She went into each princess' room in turn, kissing their heads and waking them gently.
Stoking the fire in the stove, she put lunch on to cook, then turned and busied herself with breakfast. As she set the table, it occurred to her that she was still alone. She climbed the stairs once again, and roused the princesses; less gently this time. The king gazed bleary eyed at her as she passed the doorway to their chamber, and she rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her neck.
As she was chopping vegetables to pack in the princess' ration bags, the elder stumbled through the door. She sat in silence and ate the cereal placed in front of her. The younger soon followed, and made much of pouring two different kinds of cereal, just so. She very particularly poured the milk until it just touched the rim of the bowl. Ah, sighed the queen, it shall be one of those days.
The elder packed her rations into her pack, and began donning her padded armour in preparation of her journey. "I love you. Goodbye." She pulled the woolen scarf over the lower half of her face and, with a look of steely eyed determination, stepped out into the cold.
Kee gathered her armour to her, and began to prepare herself as her sister had. The moment her sock touched her boot, she screamed and hurled the boot from her. She writhed on the floor, grunting, as if possessed by some demon. The queen brought new socks after determining that the issue was "they're itchy."
She pulled on her padded pants, then fell to the ground, sobbing. She screamed and moaned as she yanked at the bottoms of the pants. No understandable words could be found in the incoherent rant that followed but the queen, being fluent in tantrum, discerned that the inner pants were too short.
Her gauntlets had a tag, her hat seemed too small, the jacket had become suddenly uncomfortable. It was as if some monster had invaded the castle in the night and replaced all of princess Kee's armour to torment her; each item of clothing carefully crafted to torture her unto madness.
Finally clad, yet still unhappy, Kee stepped up to the door and flung it open. She was hit with an icy blast, and recoiled as if slapped. She attempted to bar the door and refuse to leave, but the king and queen reminded her of her duties, and she grudgingly agreed. As the king led her down the road, the queen could still hear Kee's loud lamentations, despite the screaming of the wind past her ears.
She closed the door when she lost sight of them, and sagged against it, exhausted already despite the early hour. She closed her eyes and sent a prayer of thanks, a plea for understanding, and a profuse apology to the instructors awaiting her daughter at the other end of her journey.
This is day two of full winter gear. Help me.