Kaisa handles the journey with an almost admirable lack of whining. Which isn't to say that she doesn't whine, but the quantity is greatly reduced. She weathers the cold with Fereldan durability, and when the snow gets too bad, she tromps ahead to help stomp out a path for the squishy mages and Teren. Alistair can survive just fine.

But maybe the cold is what keeps her complaints to a minimum, because after camp is made, she flops in front of the fire, and lets out a longsuffering whine. Then she rolls over, whines again, and gets distracted by having rolled dangerously close to the embers.

"Somebody suggested to me once that suffering the cold and ice builds humility and character. That's why Tevinter is the way it is." She announces, while patting a slightly charred spot on her sleeve.