Christina
Lady Alianor
Near the Symons' Estate

Alianor shivered and pulled her cloak closer to her neck. Her breath billowed in the cold air, forming cloud-like constellations as she walked from the castle to the nearby stables. Although the servants had done their best to keep the bedchambers nice and cozy, she'd woken up with a chill and an even frostier attitude. They couldn't even manage to do one thing right, damn them! Needless to say, her breakfast was miserable, her parents - one of whom was busying himself with porridge, the other buried elbow-deep in parchment - weren't much for company either. 
Huffing, Alianor had stormed out, at least as much as you can with folds upon folds of clothing weighing you down, and decided she'd much rather spent the morning with her beloved stallion - maybe even go out for a stroll. 
There she was now, pushing snow from her boots and aimlessly kicking pebbles into the air. Nearing the stables, she let out a pent up breath. She continued to the door, unlockig it with a key she'd pulled from a bag at her waist. The double doors opened, revealing a row of bays on either side of the cobblestoned floor. Determined, she walked to the third bay on the left, where Khali was huffing in anticipation. 
For the first time since she woke up, a smile displayed itself on Alianor's face. Reaching into her bag once again, she withdrew an apple she'd snatched from the breakfast table. Biting into it, she offered the other half to her horse, who took it from her outstretched hand without complaint. 
"Good girl."
Opening the bay, she began to prepare her steed for a ride, finishing with putting a saddle on her. Satisfied, she braided her hair and mounted her black Frisian. Upon hearing the clicking of her tongue, Khali trotted forward as she felt her owners heels digging into her fur. 
Speeding up into a gallop once they'd left the immidate estate grounds, Alianor let out a laugh as the cold air whipped her face, heading for the mountains.
Veronica
Prince Nickles Ramsalot
The Mountains of Northwind 

Prince Nickles stood atop the mountain peak, armed with a cow femur. He watched and waited. Far below, he saw a girl approaching upon horseback. His teeth, a gelatinous cartilage, ached with hunger as a result of the famine that plagued his peak. "I do believe it's nearing tea time," He laughed gleefully. He picked up the wicker basket at his feet and leapt from the peak, calculating that he would land in the exact location that girl would arrive to in approximately eight minutes.
He tumbled through the trees and brush on the cliffside until he landed with a dull thud on a patch of dirt. His wicker basket was turned to tinder underneath his limp body. He slowly peeled himself off the ground with a low groan, tears streaming down his face. "HELP ME!" The eleven-year-old prince shrieked in agony. "HELP ME NOW!"
James
Vanessa Ward
Northwind Mountains

Even though the weather was not as harsh compared to further North, the thick fur she kept wrapped tightly around her thin frame struggled to protect Vanessa against the frozen climate. For her journey, the lonesome woman had chosen a horse with the thickest coat and a muscular structure, knowing it would be a difficult ride through the mountains if she had chosen a weaker horse. So far, her choice allowed Vanessa to travel towards the borderlines of Northwind without any predators on her tail. 

No skin could be shown as she rode besides the bridge of her nose, a wooden fabric mimicking a scarf as it wrapped around her face. Her hands were covered in thick gloves to prevent her fingers from suffering frostbite as she tightened her grip on the reigns, praying to the gods that she would find some shelter soon. She had chosen this direction to travel, having learnt that bandits were a common thing when it came to paths that intersected with borders so she did her best to avoid them. She found it pointless in fighting when it wasn't necessary, preferring to save her strength and energy for a bounty that would bring her coin. 

"You're doing great boy." Her teeth chattered as she spoke, finding it difficult to find her voice so it came out more like a croaked stutter. From the buildings in the distance, Vanessa could only assume that she was finally near civilisation. She was in need of a warm meal and a scathing bath, something to warm her up so she was able to properly think about her next plan. Hopefully she was able to find herself a place that would allow her to do so after finding an appropriate post to tie up her horse.