Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Angel... Devil...

A white haired angel or perhaps she was the Devil stepped forward. She looked over the trench fire burning brightly and lifted her hands she extinguished it freezing portions of the trench and walking straight across the white walkers followed her. She barely had to lift a finger as she froze Daenerys's army. She walked confidently with purpose as she made her way through the armies leading the white walkers closer and closer as they were attacked by Dothraki but they didn't stop and she didn't faulter. Alina kept going deeper inside she kept making her way closer and closer as they fell back. She was going to infiltrate Winterfell. She traced a hand along the gates that were trying to keep her out and they froze. Turning to pure ice within a moment she smiled at it before tapping on it with her fist at gates crumbled before her, crumbled to nothing. She walked through. And she kept walking.

She found the red woman and sandor but the lord of lights powers were nothing compared to the wrathful vengeance of a frost. She extinguished the red woman's light easily both women rose their hands up but frost was quicker. Her powers flowing through her fingers quickly trapping the woman against the wall as chains of ice pulled tighter and tighter around her. She brought her lips very close to the red woman. And she breathed her breath into her. The red woman was paralyzed with fear as her body turned to ice. Once frozen solid Alina pulled away the ice made chains and knocked the woman to the ground. She shattered into snowflakes at her feet

'Killer?' Sandor questioned and she turned to him. 'Killer its me'. He raised his axe. She took slow steps towards him there was no recognition in her eyes only the icy blue of the white walker she had become. 'Killer it's me... Don't make me do this don't make me kill you... Please.' She didn't say anything just kept getting closer and closer step-by-step. 'Catalina please,' he begged inching himself closer and closer to the wall. He couldn't kill her, he wouldn't kill her, he would rather die than hurt her but she wasn't really leaving him any other choice. 'Catalina!' he pleaded out 'I won't kill you. I still love you.'

'Catalina...' sandor said hesitantly as she approached her eyes an even brighter blue her skin pale as her hair. Her arms shot down to her sides as ice forged blade came shooting out of her. She looked at him as if he was prey. Not a friend. Not a lover. Just something to kill. This was not his alina. This wasnt his killer. This was a viscous shell of the woman he loved. She charged at him but then froze her eyes changing for a breif moment. Sandor held her back at arms length.

'Alina?' He questioned. She looked at him. Really saw him and a smile crossed her face.