Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Kiss of death

'Frost. Catalina Frost. The last of her kind. And fiercely loyal to the Lannisters. She was taken in after her father and brothers were killed in battle with the mad king! She was taken in by tywin Lannister only a girl of 2 she didnt yet know how to control her abilities but she would learn. People would fall as she practiced but that was the price people pay during war.'

'That was a nice little tale.' Alina said sitting down behind the man telling the story of her life. 'and I was 3 not 2.' She corrected.

'Shit its you.'

'I am me, and you are you! Wow this was fun.' Alina said turning back around smirking down at Tyrion.

'Drinks!' Tyrion declared, Jon sat opposite them as the tavern started to fill with people. Tyrion was tired of sleeping on the ground and since their traveling party had shrunk since leaving the stark girls and the royal family they were enjoying a meal and lots of ale, afterwards they would get to sleep in nice warm beds. Music started to play as their drinks were delivered. Alina started dancing in her seat, her head bobbing and her shoulder bopping up and down to the beat, Tyrion watched her with a smile.

'Dance with me.' Alina declared standing up from the table and offering Tyrion her hand.

'No im good with my drink' Tyrion muttered bringing his drink to his lips.

'Tyrion...' Alina moaned.

'I'm not a good dancer, Frosty.' Tyrion told her, she groaned and turned her attention to Jon.

'Jonnnn!' Alina said sticking out a hand, he took it and she pulled him towards the music.

'What are you doing you idiot?' Dale, one of the guards questioned.

'I cant dance with her like that.' Tyrion muttered as Jon wrapped his arms around her hips and she leaned into him laughing, arms around his neck

'You idiot,' Dale slapped Tyrion over the head.

'Hey,' Tyrion warned.

'She knows that you cant dance like that. But she wanted you.' Tyrion shook his head. He couldnt give her what she wanted. No matter how much he wanted to give it to her.

'Frost we got some people being difficult. See if you can loosen some lips.' Brayden said grinning at her.

'I'm busy right now,' she said not letting go of Jon.

'Frost, come on.' Brayden pulling open the tavern door, the cold air hit her face.

'Thanks for the dance.' She tapped jons cheek twice before prancing off. Jon went to sit back down but tyrion stood up.

'You are gonna wanna see this Snow.' Tyrion informed him following them outside. Alina sauntered up to them, their hands were bound behind their backs and they were kneeling in the snow

'Frost take it away' Brayden declared. Lannister soldiers and guards loved Frost methods of torture.

'How are you boys? My name is Catalina Frost nice to meet you,' Alina said sweetly. One of the men's eyes went wide.

'Frost?'

'OOOH,' she smiled down mischievously at him. 'So you have heard of me! That's good you can be a lesson to show your friends. You boys ever hear of the legend of the Frost? No? It's a great story.' She informed them, her thin dress blowing in the breeze as she walked confidently around the men. 'You see my family comes from a great line of warriors, of magic wielding warriors. Frost was not a birth name but given name by a king many years ago,' Alina told them. 'To my great great great something great grandfather when he developed his abilities.'