Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Game of Thrones. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: Both, Jon and Elsa are 17 here. Sansa is 14, even though she was 13 in season 1. 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.

In the North

Inside the castle, Elsa along with Arya and Sansa were practising needlepoint. Sansa's work has been perfect as usual as she preened under the praise, while Elsa and Arya shared a look. Both of them hated it, but the women needed to be perfect, so they could find a nice husband. They were waiting for the lesson to be over, so they could leave.

As Elsa waited, her thoughts went to the previous day. Their father was informed that a deserter of the Night's Watch had been captured and had taken Jon, Robb, and Bran to witness the execution due to it being a Stark custom among sons to carry out executions themselves. Also joining them were their father's ward Theon Greyjoy, the master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel and his leading guard Jory Cassel. They returned home with six pups of a wolf and on asking further, Jon told her that on their ride home they came upon some disembowelled animals and had no idea what creature could do such a thing. They found the pups near their mother, who was similarly hacked up. They were a rare kind of wolf, a dire wolf, and these were the last six South of the wall. Jon told him that father commanded them to kill them because they won't survive without their mother. But Jon convinced Father, that as the dire wolf was the sigil of House Stark and therefore, should be in the house.

The first thing Jon did when he came home was giving the litter to Elsa. Jon smiled when she jumped with happiness after seeing the pup. It had a thick white fur, red eyes and a bushy tail and they both decided to name him Ghost. As none of them was a true Stark, so they decided to call Ghost theirs. It wasn't unusual for the two as they've always shared most of the things growing up.

Elsa came back to herself as Arya shook her. She looked around realized that everyone was done and she winced when she looked down. Her piece was still half-done and it looked no better than it did when she started practising it. She never liked working on it, but father insisted that she should learn all the things she could do before marriage and she cringed away from the thought. She never understood why girls or women were considered inferior. They could do so much more if given a chance than this… needlepoint! She hated the idea of leaving Westeros behind for someone she didn't know. She couldn't leave her family and she could never leave Jon.

Everyone was busy as preparations were being made for King Robert of Baratheon and Queen Cersei, who were on their way to Winterfell with their entourage.

Elsa was unable to understand why, but she had a very bad feeling about it. There was a sense of foreboding inside her which she couldn't shake.

Arya pulled her by hand and said enthusiastically, "Elsa, let's go! I want to see the imp. They are almost here."

Elsa shook her head at her sister amused but allowed Arya to pull her along.

Bran already told them that he had seen the king approaching along with hundreds of men. As always Lady Catelyn chided him not to climb on top of the compound again. All the Starks were lined up to greet the king and the queen. The king arrived with his guards followed by a carriage. Their whole party was behind him as they entered through the gates. Everyone kneeled as King Robert came forward and looked around. He alighted from his horse and stopped directly in front of Ned, who didn't look up until Robert motioned his fingers, silently telling him to get him. they all stood once Ned did and finally looked at the king. Queen Cersei got down as Robert and Ned greeted each other.

Prince Joffrey Baratheon looked around with distaste until his eyes meet Sansa's and he gave her a filtrations smirk, who flushed and smiled back at him. Then he looked behind Sansa as her gaze fell on the girl who had eyes the colour of the lilac. Her skin was as white as the lips as red as a rose and black hair shining in the sunlight and he was instantly mesmerized by her. His eyes met hers and he smiled at her charmingly, but she frowned at him and averted her eyes away from him and he felt his blood boiling at that. He felt his body heating as he thought about her elegant posture, and how she would look writhing beneath him, as he fucked her mercilessly, begging for more! He would get her and show her that he was the future King of Baratheon.

"What do we have here?" Robert said as he moved towards Rob and shook his hand. "You must be Rob." Then he moved forward where Sansa was standing and said, "My, you're a pretty one." As he moved forward, he bent down slightly and asked, "Your name is?"

"Arya."

Then he said to Bran with a smile, "Show us your muscles." When Bran did, he said, "You'll be a soldier."

Robert looked around once more and his eyes widened with shock when they fell on Elsa, who was standing with Jon, hidden at the back. Lady Catelyn didn't want Jon to be noticed, so he stood as far as he could and Elsa was beside him as always.

"By the Gods!" Robert breathed as his eyes looked at none other than Elsa. The girl had purple eyes and black hair, just like his enemy. The one he had killed long ago. How could it be possible? He was sure everyone who belonged to the Targaryen house was dead. Who was this girl?

Elsa flinched when the king's eyes zoomed in on her. The entire courtyard heard his words and instantly, every head snapped towards her. Her hand reached for Jon's and he grabbed it in his tightly behind their backs.

"My King. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said as clearly as she could manage while bowing down.

Robert's eyes which were on fire didn't waiver from the girl and he asked through clenched teeth, barely restraining his anger. He didn't reply, instead asked fuming, "Who is the girl, Ned?"

"Let me introduce you to my daughter, my king." Ned intervened, trying to hide the panic he was feeling inside. He went near Elsa and with a nod of his head, "Elsa Stark."

Robert glanced at Ned at this and asked mockingly, "Your daughter? She doesn't look like you, nor does she look like your wife. Is she another bastard child like the boy?"

Elsa glared at him, but Jon didn't give any reaction. He was accustomed to people calling him a bastard, so he merely tightened his grip on her hand.

"No, my king. I was there when her mother gave birth to her, after which she died. I promised her to take care of her daughter for her. Elsa looks just like her mother." Ned lied smoothly.

Robert didn't say a word, but her eyes remained on the girl for some time, after which he looked beside her and his frown deepened. The boy standing beside her had silver hair and grey eyes which reminded him of Lyanna. If he wouldn't have known that the Targaryen were dead, he would have thought that both the boy and the girl were Rhaegar's children.

"And the boy?"

"Robert, this is my son, Jon," Ned introduced as he tried to think anyway in which the king's attention could be drawn away from these two.

Robert looked at Ned and said with a laugh, "Ah, your bastard! I remember." Then he glanced at Ned and ordered, "Take me to your crypt! I want to pay my respects!"

Ned nodded and guided the king to the crypt of Lyanna. As they walked away, the Lord of Winterfell discretely left the rest of his staff and his wife to settle the guests. Elsa watched the man with narrow eyes until he disappeared from the view. Jon was looking at her worriedly, but she smiled at him and before anyone could say a word about the conversation, she rushed back to her chambers. She still wasn't able to shake the feeling that something was about to happen. So, she decided to keep away from everyone, at least until she could.

"Tell me about Jon Arryn," Ned asked.

"One minute he was fine and then… Burned right through him, whatever it was." Robert continued, "I loved that man."

Ned said quietly, "We both did."

"He never had to teach you much, but me? Do you remember me at 16? All I wanted to do was crack skulls and fuck girls. He showed me what was what." The King said with a loud laugh.

"Aye."

Then Robert stopped suddenly and said, "I need you, Ned, down at King's landing, not up here where you're no use to anybody."

Ned stayed quiet, wondering how to decline the offer politely when Robert stated, "Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the King."

Ned kneeled at the king's feet and said, "I'm not worthy of the honour."

"I'm not trying to honour you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave." Robert looked down and said with a laugh. Then he patted Ned on the shoulder and said, "Damn it, Ned. Stand up."

As Ned stood up, Robert looked him in the eyes and said seriously, "You helped me win the iron throne. Now help me keep the damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister had lived, we'd have been bound by blood. Well, it not too late. I have a son and your older daughter would be perfect for him. The younger one is too young."

Ned's eyes widened and his head snapped towards his friend. It wasn't about being bound by blood. Robert suggested the marriage because he was suspicious. God knows what he would do with Elsa once he got his hands on her!

Robert looked at Ned and said, "We'll join our houses." And left without waiting for the reply. The girl looked too much like his enemy, Rhaegar Targaryen. The one who stole his Lyanna! He would rather keep the girl with him than leaving her here. It would be easy if she stayed in front of his eyes. That way, he could kill her if she indeed turned out to be his daughter. The similarities between them were uncanny.

Sansa was sitting in front of the mirror while her mother was detangling her hair when she asked, "Do you think Joffrey liked me? What if he thinks that Elsa is more beautiful than me?"

"Then he's the stupidest prince that has ever lived," Catelyn told her daughter. It was true that Elsa was beautiful, but her daughter was more beautiful than anyone else in the entire kingdom.

"He's so handsome." She said dreamily and Catelyn rolled her eyes at her daughter. "I've heard father talking that the king wants to join our houses by getting his son married. He said that I was pretty when I greeted him. You heard him, didn't you?" She didn't wait for her mother's reply and carried on, "When would we be married? Soon or do we have to wait?"

Catelyn tried to placate her daughter. "Hush now! Your father hasn't said yes. He hasn't even told me about it yet."

"Why would he say no? He'd be the second powerful man in the kingdoms," Sansa asked confused.

"He'd have to leave home. He'd have to leave me. And so, would you." Catelyn tried to make her understand, but Sansa didn't listen and said, "You left your home to come here… and… I'd be queen someday. Please make father say yes!" she turned around and pleaded.

"Sansa…" Catelyn sighed at her daughter's petulance.

Sansa didn't let her finish and begged, "Please! I want to be better than Elsa. I want to marry Joffrey and I want to become the Queen. It's the only thing I've ever wanted."

Elsa was contemplating why her father had called her to meet him, especially at this time of the day. They were done with dinner and everyone had retired to their chambers by now. She knocked on the door of his study before entering inside. He was deep in thought as he motioned her to take a seat in front of him. She settled herself on the chair in front of him and frowned when he saw the look of irritation mixed with distress on his face.

"Father, what is it? I haven't seen you looking so grave in quite a while." She asked concerned.

He looked at her with a sad smile and said, "You know that you're just like Sansa or Arya to me. I love you just as much and would never go do anything that you don't want."

"You're scaring me, father. Have I done something wrong?" she asked fearfully.

"No, my dear child. Before I tell you more, I just want you to know that you're not in any way obliged to do as I say. You can decline if you don't want to do it." he whispered to her truthfully and he meant it. He never wanted her to feel burdened or obliged in any way to do something which she doesn't want.

Elsa gulped, thinking about various scenarios what could he say, but nodded.

He took a breath and said, "King Robert asked for your hand in marriage for his elder son, Joffrey."

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a harsh breath. Of all the things, this was the last thing she'd thought about.

She reached her chamber in a daze and sat down on the bed facing the fire brightening her room. all her thoughts were focused on the talk she had with her father. On one hand, she was grateful that he had given her a choice, to choose as pleased her; but on the other hand, she hated that he had left such a decision on her. She wanted nothing more than to outright decline him, tell him that she would not be marrying the snobby prince, but she couldn't do it after watching the distress on father's face and how haggard he looked. She was telling him the truth when she told him that she hasn't seen him this tired in a long time and now she understood why. There was no doubt in her mind that 'she won't be marring the arrogant ass, even if she had to turn him into a frog, which shouldn't be difficult as he was already ugly', she thought. But the thing was how to tell her father this? He brought an orphan child to his home and cared for her like his own. How could she say no to one thing he'd asked her in all his life?

She had no idea how long she had been sitting there, staring into the fire and thinking. She was so deeply submerged in her thoughts, that she didn't hear the creak of the door opening and closing, the bed dipping beside her and a warm body settling next to her. She didn't need to look to know that it was Jon.

"I was waiting. You know I can't sleep properly without you." Jon said quietly.

Normally, she was the one who ended in his bed after everyone had gone to sleep, but today she forgot that it had been that late. She didn't reply, but turned around and threw her arms around his neck, face buried in his chest as she took deep breaths to calm herself. His hands went around her waist reflexively and he held her tight to him, frowning.

"Elsa? What is it?" he asked worriedly as he kissed her head to soothe her while rubbing his hand up and down on her back to help her in calming. It wasn't like her. He knew that something must have happened for her to be upset and the knowledge troubled him. He knew that father called her to talk to him, he pulled back slightly and asked urgently, "What did father say?"

She gulped and said after a long time, "King Robert wants me to marry his son."

"What?" Jon choked out, not believing the words. Willing her to say something. Hoping against everything that he'd heard her wrong.

Elsa looked at him and whispered, "He wants to join the houses, bound by blood."

He couldn't look away from her as he searched her eyes for the truth. He didn't know what he was expecting to see, but he saw more than he wanted to. Jon didn't know why but felt his heart breaking into pieces and he couldn't understand the reason. They were not lovers. He was her brother and what was he trying to accomplish? He already knew that they were of marriageable age. She was the most beautiful girl in Westeros and if it hadn't been for him or Ned, the boys would have been begging her to take them. She probably would have been married by now. She was his everything and he loved her. She would leave and he would not be able to see her again. She would become the Queen of seven Kingdoms someday and he would always be the bastard child. He couldn't hold her back because he knew she would never look at anyone if she'd hold onto him. He had to let her go and live her life. A life, which he could never provide her.

Elsa looked at Jon concerned. He had gone unnaturally pale and was looking at her with wide anguished eyes. She didn't know what she wanted from him, but she wanted him to say something, to be there with her when she talked to father. He had been her constant support throughout her life and she wouldn't be able to do this alone. She couldn't imagine her life without him because of one thing she was sure about – There would be no Elsa if Jon wouldn't be there with her. She needed him. She was waiting for him to say something. Tell her that he would be with her, but what came out of his mouth broke her heart.

"You said yes, didn't you?" he asked.

"No. Of course not. I am not going to marry him." she told him bewildered.

"Why? You should say yes! You'll be the Queen. You'll be happy." He faked a smile as he told her.

She looked at him for a long time. It was clear that he wasn't happy, opposite in fact, but why was he doing this? "You want me to marry him?" she asked slowly, making sure that she'd heard him correctly.

He answered truthfully without looking at her, "I want you to be happy. I want you to have everything that you deserve."

"And you think that I'm unhappy? And marrying him would make me happy?" she asked quietly, trying her best to mask her outrage and anger.

Jon didn't say anything, but neither did he look at her. He knew somewhere inside him that she won't be happy, but what can he say to her? he had nothing he could give her and they were siblings. Even though they were not related by blood, but it was wrong what he was feeling towards her which was why he wanted her to be with someone who could give her what she couldn't. He didn't want her to be 'the bastard's wife'. It didn't matter to him, but he won't be able to bear it if someone said it to her. and would she even be his wife? She was his sister! They would never escape reality.

Elsa's eyes filled with tears when he didn't answer. She already knew and in no way, but she needed him to say it out loud.

"What do you think he'll do once he finds out about my 'special talent'? You know I cannot hide it or is that what you're suggesting to me?" she spat. He knew she had no control over the 'things' which happened around her. People like her were considered evil. Did he forget about that?

Jon's head snapped towards her as he stared at her with horror. He had seen the hurt in them and closed his eyes miserably. How could he forget the most important part of her life?

She swallowed thickly and said, "I need you to leave."

His eyes widened at her tone. She had never asked him to leave, they've always been through thick and thin together. He saw her bright eyes filling with tears rapidly and couldn't stop himself. He reached forward to hold her to him, wanting to apologize, but she pulled back before his hand could touch her. "El…" his heart broke even more as he whispered.

She looked him straight into his eyes and said authoritatively, "I'm fine, Jon. I am tired. I'll see you in the morning." She wanted him to leave. She needed to be alone, to think and to decide what should be done now. Never had she imagined that her Jon would abandon her as he did. He wanted her to be happy, but could she be happy without him? She couldn't think about the implication behind his words. At least, not right now.

Jon didn't want to leave her alone and as he looked at her, his resolve broke. A tear spilt from her eye and in that instant, she turned away from him. He wanted to be with her, but he also understood her to need to be alone for now. With difficulty, he said quietly, "I'll come here first as soon as the sun rises." When she didn't reply, he turned around and left, determined to come back and apologize to her.

The damn broke as soon as she heard Jon's footsteps and the door closing behind him. Tears fell, but the thing was that she wasn't able to understand why she was crying! Everyone marries and she was past the age of marriage. Was Jon correct? She threw herself onto her bed as she thought about it all. Why was she feeling like Jon had stabbed her in the heart? Why the thought of leaving him gave her nightmares? Why did it hurt when he said that she should get married? Her thoughts were floating in her head. Everything was too much and she just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes as she hugged her cushion to him. Jon had always there for her, but he won't be from now on. Once she married someone, no matter who he was and she pushed the thought aside hastily. At this moment, she wanted to be anywhere, but here. She fell asleep thinking about everyone and everything and didn't realize when she disappeared from her bed and appeared somewhere else.

EN: I want to clarify that I have changed some events, while some remained the same. I know what happened and what didn't, and I am changing some events to fit them in my plot.

Elsa won't be marrying Joffrey. I simply hate his character. The characters will grow as they did in the show and books with time.

I hope you liked this one. Please review and cynical criticism is appreciated. I would not be replying to anyone who would leave flaming comments. Have a nice day everyone!