"I am familiar with that," Sansa says, laughing softly. "Our last winter was when I was a small girl. I still remember the sun being so low to the horizon that you could barely see it during the day and what light you got was so weak that it might as well have been just one candle against the darkness. I do not know what summer will be like in a place such as this with seasons that seem to work properly. I don't...I've gathered that Westeros is not like other places."

Seasons seem to last a few moons here, not a few years.