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Winter Schnee was a practical woman. However, that being said she had a hard time believing the situation that she now found herself in. First the new Dust that her dear father had given to her had gone crazy when she tested it out in the field. Then she found herself sitting in a snowy forest miles from any civilization. Winter had heard of teleportation Dust before, but the Dust that her father had given her was suppose to be an enhanced gravity Dust. If that wasn't bad enough some dumb ass had the gall to try and rob her. After a rather intense interrogation she had disposed of the robber and taken his cloak, more to conceal her identity then the cold. When the night had come and she saw the perfectly intact moon Winter had come to the conclusion that she wasn't on Remnant anymore.

"Damn you father. I wouldn't be surprised if you orchestrated this to get rid of me," she muttered bitterly to herself as she walked through the woods. Winter and Jacque had never gotten along for one reason or another. It was as if he was embarrassed of her for some reason that she couldn't understand. If it was about her joining the military against his wishes she could understand, but this was something that had been going on as long as she could remember. She had tried to ask her mother a few times, but she had been evasive on the issue.

The white themed woman paused in her mussing as she walked out of the forest and onto a dirt road. A promising sign since a road usually meant that there was a town not to far away. Winter looked both ways and decided to head south along the road. She really didn't have any objective at this point except get to a town and find an inn so she just strolled along the road at a sedate pass. Winter was so engrossed in thinking about how she got here and what she would do once she found a town that she didn't notice the group of riders coming out of the north until it was to late to hide. She silently cursed herself for her inattentiveness and waited for the riders to catch up, griping the hilt of her saber.

Jon Snow rode along with the Starks as they headed back from the execution of the deserter. With the Stark banner whipping proudly in the breeze as the small column of riders made their way back to Winterfell, their newly acquired dire wolf pups in tow. The air was crisp and snow dusted the ground, winter was coming. Jon was looking down at the white pup that he was holding when a shout from one of the riders ahead of him caused him to look up.

"My lord, there is someone on the road ahead of us," called out one of the men.

"Be alert, it maybe a trap," warned Lord Eddard Stark.

The column slowed somewhat as they approached the person who was on foot. They had stopped after apparently noticing their approach and was waiting for them. The figure was covered by a simple brown cloak and all but the bottom of their face was covered by a hood so all that they could see was the figures mouth and chin. Jon took notice that the figure had a saber on their left hip and had their hand on the hilt so he placed his hand on his own sword hilt. When the column reached the lone figure they surrounded them.

"Who be thee, who walks through the lands of Lord Stark," snapped one of Lord Eddard's banner men.

"It is rather rude to demand someone's name when not giving their own," said a feminine voice to the surprise of the men. Many had relaxed their guards once they heard it, but Jon noticed that Lord Eddard had not so he too remand on guard.

"I do not have to give my name to you wench," snarled the man.

"Stay a bit Sir-" Lord Eddard started to say, until he was rendered speechless at what happened next. In the blink of an eye the woman had jumped up and kicked the man off his horse. She then had drawn her saber and slammed her foot down on the mans stomach, before pointing her saber at the man's throat. All this had happened in the span of a matter of seconds, to fast for most of the men to draw their weapons.

"Now what did you call me again," she asked.

"Hold your sword woman," ordered Lord Eddard sharply.

The woman glanced at him and Jon could see her smirk at him. Clearly this woman wasn't even intimidated by the Lord of the North. She pulled her saber away and pulled her foot away from the man she had knocked down. Then she glanced at the banner that was standing strait in the stiff breeze and laughed. Jon bristled at this and came forward with his sword drawn. The woman turned her attention toward him as he dismounted to face her head on.

"To what do you find so amusing," Jon demanded.

"Oh I'm just laughing at the irony," she replied.

"Irony?"

"Yes, for my name is Winter and I have arrived," she chuckled as she removed her hood. Jon froze as he beheld the woman that had attacked one of his fathers men. She was beautiful no question about it. Long hair as white as snow done up into a bun with one lock of hair dangling down one side. Ice blue eyes that could freeze any man's heart with a glance stared back at him with disinterest while her full lips held a confident smirk. The woman's skin was so pale that she looked like she should be one of the Others, and she didn't seem to be affected by the cold at all. Lord Stark came forward on his horse, and still clasping his sword.

"What business do you have here in the North Lady Winter," he asked sternly.

"Just looking for shelter and food," she replied.

"If you wish for food and shelter, we will take you to Winterfell. However you will relinquish your saber," stated Eddard.

"Very well then my Lord," she replied, tossing her saber to Jon without even sparing him a glance. The man she had knocked down had gotten up again and attempted to grab her. Winter spun around and delivered a powerful kick to the mans stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As he fell to his knees Winter delivered a punch to his face that broke nose. The fool went down again and Winter turned to Lord Eddard.

"I don't need it to defend myself if he's an example of what you have for soldiers," she finished saying with a coy smirk on her face.

That was how the Stark's found a powerful ally that would help them in the coming war. Winter would enjoy a long and full life in the world of Westros, finding love and family. Her impact on Westros would be felt for generations to come.

Hey guy's! Just letting you all know that I'm still alive after not posting anything for so long. This is just another idea I had in my head about what would happen if Winter Schnee ended up in the world of Game of Thrones. Let me know what you think in a review and Merry Christmas. Also if any of you are Arkos fans and see a fic that I may have missed on my Arkos Forever community or want to join then let me know in a PM. Until next time folks.