Katrina Van Tassel, aged twelve years, two months, could have said with some degree of certainty that she had never once laid eyes upon, spoken to, or otherwise made the acquaintance of a witch. Then everything changed.

The Cranes make the best of February, 1778. (Trope bingo: Huddling together for warmth!)

If the apocalypse doesn't get them, the weather just might. (In which Abbie is 1781% DONE with winter, but Ichabod's standard for it is somewhat different.)