I imagine Lucy spent many winters alone during her younger years. Though really, her entire life is like wintertime: bleak, cold, lonely, no sign at all of a coming spring. It isn't exactly a pleasant experience, but when your life is spent alone, you gradually get used to it whether you want to or not. But winter always ends, the snow always melts, and spring always comes to bring everything to life again.
Tried to get the background to look similar to another snow-filled picture
I made a couple years ago. It didn't come out the way I thought, but it'll do just fine, I think. Making the snow was the most tedious part of it all. Sitting there and dotting it all took a while, but snow flurries always look uneven and not uniform, so I think it turned out well!