Taking the spoon, he dipped it into the dessert and looked at it for a moment before trying it. It was sweet and cold, and then his mind is back beyond the Wall, back to the nights with snow in his mouth until it melted down enough to swallow. When it was so cold he thought they might not wake up even if they were all curled up together.

I'm not beyond the Wall now. I'm here, where it's warm, safe. It wasn't the hottest part of the day yet and already his shirt was sticking to his back, and his siblings were just inside. A little wan, Bran smiled at her and made himself take another bite to just taste it instead of remembering bad things. This time it was better. "Thank you very much. I like the mint. How do you make it? How do you get it to stay so cold?"