Notes: wow!

Thank you so much for the kudos and comments for shuch a short chapter. I'm glad you guys are as excited as I am for this.

As I commented before, this story is going to go back and forth in time. So every odd chapter is going to be following up the first chapter, and the even ones are the retelling of how they got to that point.

I hope you enoy it.

Chapter 2

Sansa hadn't been at Winterfell for two months before people started calling her Ice Queen. She'd actually expected it and the nickname wasn't even an original one.

The problem was that, at King's Landing she'd had her gaggle of friends and her popularity as a shield; here she had nothing.

She was in the middle of her second year at Law School when her father died on a car crash. Petyr –or daddy, as he wanted to be called –came crashing in, taking control over their lives.

He was -until then -just a friend of the family. He took care of them, or so Lysa said. Robin liked him well enough, but her baby brother had always been her mother's favorite. For him, it was nothing to let Petyr start taking over their family so soon after her father's death.

In the end, Sansa had just let him, because it was easier and it made her mother give her breathing room.

She took one year off from University to "recover", but instead of going back to the opulence of the South, or staying in the Vale with her family, she hid away behind Winterfell's strong walls.

What complicated her life was that she was thrown back to the second year, with people that already knew each other well, everybody had their friends, groups and squads. Sansa was alone.

Her old self would've fixed this in a week, always the social butterfly, but Sansa was tired of pretending to like these people and their conversation. She was tired of boys that only wanted one thing from her.

Fool her once and all that story.

So she kept her head low and ignored the whispers. Unfortunately, some people didn't get the message and some boys thought she was a challenge.

"Come on, Ice Queen. I bet I can make you melt."

Sansa arched a brow at Ramsay Bolton. He was fucking insistent and a prick. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he wasn't too hard to look at either. However, Sansa could see in his eyes what his cute smiles hid so well: he had a cruel streak. She could see it clear as day after so much time spent with Joffrey.

Although with Joffrey she hadn't realized until it was too late, now she was prepared.

"I'm busy, Bolton." Sansa said, trying to get past him.

He stopped her once again. "Come on, Sans." He said charmingly, even though she never allowed him to use the nickname. "All work and no play will make you an old prude."

Sansa almost snorted on his face. Was that supposed to make her want to fuck him?

"I'm pretty sure she already said she isn't interested, Bolton." Someone growled from behind her. "Fuck off."

Ramsay scoffed. "Your brother let you out of your leash today, Stark?"

Sansa could feel this guy right behind her. "Maybe that should worry you, Bolton."

Ramsay took a step back and Sansa observed it with a peculiar kind of interest.

Then the boy seemed to recover his cocksure attitude. "Whatever." He still took a couple of steps back. "Enjoy the bitch. You're gonna need a crowbar to pry her legs apart." He left, snickering with his friends.

Sansa merely rolled her eyes, already used to boys who turned vicious as soon as they were refused. She'd almost forgotten about their interloper when he asked her if she was okay.

Sansa finally turned and found herself face to face –literally, because they were the same height –with Jon Stark.

Oh. Now it made sense.

Jon –and his brother Robb –were the royal blood of Winterfell. The two were inseparable, even though they were completely different from each other, and not just in looks. Robb was the life of the party, prince charming himself, while Jon was quiet and brooding.

They were both in their fourth year of Law School and people around the campus treated them like celebrities for whatever reason.

Sansa had never talked to either of them.

"Rescuing damsels in distress now, Stark?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

He was so serious, his mouth forever turned downwards. It was a shame to have lips that beautiful on such a brooding face. Although, rumor had it, that those lips of his were very talented.

"Bolton is dangerous." He alerted her.

"I'm quite aware of that, Stark." She pressed her books against her chest. "Bye."

She turned her back to him, not worried if he'd think she was ungrateful or a bitch. She had nothing to prove to anyone here.

XxX

Two days after that encounter Sansa went to the University's swimming pool. It wasn't as impressive as the one they had in King's Landing, since swimming wasn't as popular here as it was there; but Sansa wasn't an athlete, she just enjoyed the exercise.

There was someone else already there when she got to the pool, but she didn't pay any attention to that person. She dropped her things by one of the benches and stretched carefully.

She was braiding her hair to put the cap when the person swan lazily to the stairs and pulled himself out of the water.

Everybody looked the same with goggles and caps, but as soon as he pulled them off, revealing wet auburn hair and blue eyes, Sansa knew who he was.

Robb Stark.

While Jon had dark hair and eyes and was brooding, Robb was all light and charm. He was also pretty well defined, as that swimming trunk was showing.

Sansa might not be interested, but she wasn't blind.

Robb seemed to finally notice that someone else was there and when he saw her, his smile was positively dazzling. "Sansa Arryn."

Sansa arched a brow. She had no idea how he knew her name; she never talked to him before and they sure as fuck didn't walk in the same circles. "Stark."

He came closer, totally confident on his own skin. Not that he had any reason not to be. "Heard you had a run in with Ramsay."

"Your brother told you?" She asked.

"Jon could never resist a damsel in distress." He teased and she knew Jon had told him exactly what she said.

"Tell him to look for another one then." She told him, already dismissing him.

Robb chuckled as she passed him, going to the pool. "You're such a lady, aren't you, Arryn?"

Sansa threw him a look over her shoulder. "For you, it's Lady Arryn."

Notes: I read that Law School is actually three years in UK, but I put four so they are actually older than Sansa.

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Next chapter... That morning after you've been waiting for ;)