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AN: Both, Jon and Elsa are almost 16 here. Fair warning, I am horrible at Old English and I don't have time to study it at the moment. So, I request you to bear with me.

I would like to apologize for any mistakes in advance as I do not have a beta. I would request you to please do not copy this story.

298 AC

The chill on his body woke him up and he realized that he was freezing. Jon kept his eyes closed, but felt the presence of a warm body next to him and shook his head fondly at his bed mate. Elsa was curled up in his afghan again, which she had snatched from him sometime during the night. She was curled up in a ball and one of her hands was gripping onto him like a vice.

'She must've had those ill-dreams again', he thought.

His sister always ended up sleeping beside him, no matter where they were. He and Elsa had always been close… closer than any of their other siblings. They both were of 17 winters now and he couldn't remember a single memory, where they haven't been together. They had been inseparable ever since they were young and even shared a chamber until they were of 9 winters, after which Lady Catelyn told Old Nan to shift her to another chamber.

He could still recall the day like it was yesterday when they tried to separate them, but Elsa threw a fit, after which Old Nan flew out of the room miraculously as if someone had pushed her with force and the gate of their chamber locked itself after that. No one had been able to open the door even after several tries, but it opened itself after sun-down. After that, no one tried to remove her from his side, afraid of what would happen to them if they did.

They had many other siblings, but he and Elsa had always been different. All their friends always used to say that they looked nothing like their parents or their brothers and sisters. He never listened to them, but Elsa decided to ask about it from father.

Finally, when she asked him five winters ago, the reason behind her different looks as she was the only one with violet eyes, he told them that he had found her abandoned and alone when he was on one of his trips and had brought her home. She locked herself in her chamber and no one saw her for two nights after that. It was the first and only time they had been separated for such length, apart from the trips he had with his father. She was hungry and so he didn't eat anything as well; and only because of that, he was able to coax her to let him in. When his eyes landed on her, he noticed that her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, so he just held her to him and they both sat there, staring at the fire for a long time.

That day was the first time she told him about the dreams she'd been having since she was a child. She described it as a flash of a green light hitting mother, father and a man with grey eyes, who died instantly as soon as it touched them. He wasn't sure how a green light could kill someone, but he had seen her whimpering in her sleep enough times to know that it was the truth.

She didn't tell him and he didn't need her to, but he knew that she was more than grateful to father for bringing her into this family.

Lady Catelyn loved every one of his siblings and even though her behaviour was different with Elsa, she was always cordial and amiable with her, even if Elsa always misbehaved with her in one way or the other; which Jon knew she did purposely because she hated Lady Catelyn for her behaviour towards him. He never understood why Lady Catelyn did not like him. He had never been rude to her or anyone in his family, he was always polite to everyone, and his father and siblings liked him. He could still recall the fury on her face when he called her 'mother' for the first time and had hidden in his and Elsa's chamber for days. Elsa became disrespectful towards her after that and with it, started her rebellious phase, which brought another bout of anger in Lady Catelyn and she started hating him even more after that.

It wasn't until he asked Old Nan the reason behind Lady Stark's behaviour, he understood why she didn't like him. She told him the real reason, that he was named 'Snow' and not 'Stark', like his other family members. It came as a shock to him and he wasn't expecting it at all. 'He was the bastard child of his father', which explained the hatred Lady Stark had for him. He was filled with shame and spent the next couple of days in a daze. He felt like he did not belong in Winterfell anymore and would have left if it hadn't been for Elsa, who told him that she wasn't a Stark as well and would go with him wherever he went. He decided to stay, but only because of her. He had never been able to deny her anything.

He and Elsa had always been protective and possessive of each other, more so than anyone else he had ever seen. They had been together from childhood and were 'siblings' in all but blood. They had a bond which no one could deny, he had heard people talking about them and their strange relationship, but neither of them paid much attention to anyone. They had always been there for each other and always will be. He knew that they were closer than he had seen any other siblings, but he couldn't imagine a day without her and he knew she felt the same way.

Strange things always happened around Elsa, especially whenever she was angry, like one time a woman had called him a bastard and the clothes she was holding caught fire somehow. It was a good thing that he dragged Elsa away from there, as the woman started screaming bloody murder and it would have turned out bad for them soon. Another time, he had broken his leg when he fell while riding a horse and the wound healed itself within minutes. Everyone knew about these 'mysterious events', but no one talked about them.

Elsa herself avoided talking about these things, it always frightened her and she used to think that she was evil somehow and that's why her parents abandoned her, but she had always done things that had helped them in one way or the other. He had accepted that it was a part of her and he knew that she could never be evil. It didn't matter to him, nothing else did apart from her happiness and safety.

He was also aware, that they both were old enough to get married and should not share a chamber, no less a bed. If anyone found that they still sharing a chamber, they would be severely punished. But the only time they were able to sleep peacefully was when they were together, so usually, one of them snuck into the other's chamber after midnight. He was sure Robb knew about it and Arya had seen Elsa sleeping in his chamber, when on an early morning, she came to ask him to teach her swordsmanship, but they kept it to themselves and he loved them all the more because of it. No one else knew and he intended to keep it like that.

Jon opened his eyes and looked at his sister, who was still curled into a ball next to him. He brought his hand up, placed his palm on her face, fingers in her hair and his thumb was tracing her cheek as he observed her. She hummed low in her throat and burrowed into him, as a faint smile touched his lips. He pulled the afghan around both of them, settled his chin on top of her head as she unconsciously held him tightly and he closed his eyes with contentment.

'She was the most important part of his life and he loved her!' And with that thought in mind, he fell asleep once again.

Ned's Pov

When he reached first reached Winterfell along with the two babes, everyone was surprised when they saw him, but didn't say anything. He knew that he couldn't tell anyone the truth about his nephew, so he told his wife, Catelyn, that the child was his bastard and he had named him 'Jon Snow'. And he found the girl abandoned, so he brought her with him as well. Catelyn accepted the girl easily and even suggested to him that they should name her 'Elsa Stark', but she hated Jon just as easily as well.

Throughout the years, her hatred towards Jon increased. He knew that she was angry at him because of his 'infidelity', but her behaviour towards Jon remained the same. She made it clear from the first day, that she didn't want Jon in Winterfell or anywhere near her family and hated him with a passion, which he had never was possible from someone like her.

He was glad that at least Jon had Elsa, along with their other siblings as well. Both the children had formed an instant bond and had been inseparable ever since they were placed in the same bassinet. They had always been together and with being of the same age, accepting them both had been easy for everyone and he knew that they were related, so it explained their bond to him. But with time, he started noticing that they still stayed together, like they did when they were young. Elsa preferred Jon's company more than she did Sansa or Arya's and Jon spent every spare second with her. He hadn't given it much thought, until his guardsmen informed him, that they had seen both of them sneaking up in each other's chamber at nightfall.

He didn't know what to do, so he talked to Caty about it, but she wasn't worried and shrugged it off. Of course, she wouldn't be worried; no one except him knew that Elsa was Jon's half-sister, but he couldn't ignore it any longer.

He knew that the Targaryen family had always followed the tradition to marry their sisters, which was the reason 'the king' became mad and he knew that it was because of inbreeding. He understood that Elsa wasn't related to him, but he perceived her like his other daughters - Sansa and Arya. He couldn't deny that Elsa was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen and people were already asking for her hand in marriage. She was of age now. Yes. That was the perfect solution!

He was sitting reminiscing about it all when Cat came and sat down next to him.

She informed him that his mentor, Jon Arryn, has died in Westeros's capital of Kings Landing and that King Robert along with the Queen and all the others were on their way to Winterfell. He knew that if the King was riding this far north, he would offer him the position of King's Hand.

The other reason which terrified him was the fact, that Jon and Elsa both resembled their father in one way or the other. Jon not so much, other than his hair, which they could pass as being inherited from the 'women' he had the 'affair' with. Even though Elsa didn't look anything like her parents, but her eyes were a dead give-away. She had her father's eyes and there was no way to conceal them.

He knew that if anyone found out about them, his whole family would be slaughtered and there would be nothing he would be able to do about it.