Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Fire and Ice

Jon was named commander and king of the north and alina severed at his side dutifully. The two worked well together. Jon saw a possible future. Ruling with alina at his side. Sansa however had seen the crown while at the capital and she coveted it. Jon also knew that dangers, real dangers approached. White walkers. He needed a plan. A better plan. With the number if men they had right now they were sure to lose. So they gathered forces and trained their men harder. Alina trained them herself loving a good battle. She forged blades for the men to use so their swords could be sharpened even though jon knew it was unlikely that ice blades would kill the walkers and normal swords most definitely couldnt. They needed dragon glass and jon did the research and found it he even recieved an invitation to the place he where it was kept.

'I recieved a note from the targaryan queen.' Jon told alina cautiously one morning as Alina was making new armor for the men.

'Burn it.' Alina told him making snow dance across her fingers.

'She says she wants to meet.' Jon told her

'Of coruse she does, you are king of the north. Bitch wants your head. Im warning you jon. Fire breathing bitch queens shouldnt be trusted. They will burn the whole damn world to the ground.' Alina warned rising up a flurry of snow twiriling around her elegantly but Jon knew the dangers of her temper, he watched the snow cautiously.

'Fire kills them.' Jon reminded her 'the white walkters, not ice.' Alina sat back silent for a moment watching the ice form into a blade before her. She threw it it lodged itself into the wall.

'Fine. Lets talk to the dragon bitch but im not calling her queen and i sure as hell am not bending the knee. If anything, it gives me the chance to kill her.' alina told him.

'Alina!' Jon declared.

'Fire and ice dont mix. You best remember that Jon Snow.'