*Anders*
Winters are terrible. They are terrible everywhere, but they are exceptionally awful here. Thank goodness Eleanor made them get more wood. We thought a late snow meant that it would be a light winter, but we were wrong. I’m not sure we have ever had this much snow in the winter since Erik brought us here.
The children are all restless, and their mothers are tired of trying to entertain them inside. More men are tending to the animals in the barn than I have ever seen, no doubt just trying to escape the noise.
Tonight, Eleanor forced her way to the stove and demanded they let her help cook. I’m honestly surprised she even lasted this long. She’s always been the one cooking for everyone, but as the Jarl, it’s not her responsibility now. Still, she seemed happier tonight w
