Books and Branches Library

The last train station on the northern line barely even counts as a station. It's just a platform with a path leading to a tiny Royal Guard outpost in the frozen wastes.

At least, it was until two days ago. Now it has a rather more significant purpose. Which is why Twilight and her friends are here, after all.

The doors open and, as one, they all cringe against the sudden rush of cold winter air. Well, almost as one. "Hah! And you all made fun of me for packing so many scarves," says Rarity smugly as she trails behind the rest of the group.

"I didn't say a word," grunts Spike, staggering under the weight of Rarity's luggage.