Hope would admit openly that being a baby and being aware of everything around her and being able to understand it all was an experience she did not relish. The lack of control over her body was not something she relished. She grew tired easier and always felt close to tears if not openly crying if she didn't get what she wanted. She was an eighteen-year-old stuck in the body of an infant and she hated it.

But every cloud had its silver lining. With how old she was, she did not have anything to do all day, which gave her the time and opportunity to think about what went wrong. The main thing that stood out to her was her death. Or to be specific, the method of her death. The crypts should have been a safe place, even with all the dead that were buried in there.

Their main plan worked in three stages. The primary stage was the wall, where they had the most advantage. Or they would have had if not for the dragon that served the Night King. The wall fell and the second line of defense was The Last Hearth.

The Last Hearth was armed with both their warriors and those of the free folks. Tormund Giantsbane was put to lead this assortment of men and women, helped by the young Ned Umber. Melisandre was sent there as backup, to use her pyromancy as assist. The Last Hearth had dealt a great blow to the Night King army but once again it was the dragon that proved to be the deciding piece. The dent in The Night King's army was east enough to repair by reviving the unburnt dead. Melisandre, Tormund, and many more that Hope knew personally had perished there. Whether they had been burned or were forced to march with the dead, she wasn't sure.

The loss of Tormund had hit Jon hard while Melisandre's death had hit Hope harder than she expected. It was also what pushed Jon and Hope into having something more than friendly. From the moment Hope and Jon had met, they were both wary of the other yet they had some form of mutual respect. The relationship soon turned to friendship as the two spent more time with each other, discussing the coming threat and how to combat it. It wasn't until Jon's true parentage was revealed, did they take it a step forward and succumbed to their physical urges. Jon's feelings for Daenerys, his conflict with the truth, and everything else made him a rough lover and Hope had loved every moment of it. Sadly the attack by the dead came a few days later. Their relation never got the chance to evolve further beyond friends who slept with one another, but they did not stop doing it.

With the thoughts of her death and the loss of humanity gone, she moved on to compartmentalizing and arranging the knowledge that was given to her by The Old One, The Seven, and R'hllor. The knowledge bestowed on her came in the form of memories of that world. From the starting of the first men till the Night King taking over the entirety of Westeros, everything was in her mind now. A series of memories she would never forget.

She recalled those memories and took her time studying them all closely. By the time she had turned two, she had seen through everything and was already making plans on fixing things. It would take a while to implement, but she believed that she had it in grasp. It also helped that she still had her magic with her. She would be sure to thank the three for this gift.

A challenge for Hope was living under the name of Sansa Stark over Hope Mikaelson. On the inside, she was still the same Hope Mikaelson that had been pulled away from her world into this one. But on the outside, she was Sansa Stark, the oldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell. Shedding the face of Hope Mikaelson was not an easy thing for her. More often than not she found herself not responding to being called or blanking out. Luckily she was a child and no one thought anything of it.

A weird thing for her was that she now had siblings. Sure having parents that were still alive was an unbelievable thing, but she knew how to act around them. But having siblings was something completely new. Robb was as any older brother was, protective, not fully comprehending the difference between a girl and a boy, and always poking her. More often than not Hope would bite him when he got too annoying. Something her parents found funny and Robb found not funny.

Then Arya was born and it was a whole other experience. The two sisters looked nothing alike. While Hope still retained her look and had not taken Sansa's, she was still very similar to Catelyn with her auburn hair and blue eyes. Arya took after Ned with the Stark look. Their personalities were not so different though. Both of them were strong-willed and could be wild if opportunity called for it. The difference was that, unlike Arya, being a lady came easily to Hope, thanks to her aunt Rebekah from Hope's world. Arya was too wild for that, always getting in trouble with the Septa and her mother, while her father adored her. Hope knew that Arya reminded him of Lyanna.

But the things between the two of them were not as strained as things between the original Sansa and Arya were. For one, Hope had convinced her father and mother to allow her to train with her brother as well. It took a lot and the mention of how Northern Women knew how to fight to get her father to agree. For her mother, she had to make a promise that she would not shirk her studies with the Septa for it. But she had ended up being taught how to fight, and by following her example, Arya too got the chance to train. And Hope always helped her, so the sisters were closer than they used to be from a time that no longer existed.

Things with Bran and Rickon were easier after that. All Hope did was be an older sister to them as she had been with Arya. She was a bit more mothering to them compared to Arya though. The real issue she faced was Jon Snow, her now half-brother that was not her half-brother.

Ned never told his wife the secret of Jon's birth, meaning his wife was nasty with him. Hope grew up watching it happen before her eyes. She tried to take some of that pain away from Jon. She included him when she played with Robb and Arya, looked out for him while training, and always asked him to help her with things. Her mother did not like it, but Hope did not care much for it. She even made Jon swear to never leave her side no matter what. Jon had reluctantly sworn it in the name of The Old gods.

There was a point where Hope had thought about confronting Ned about the reality of Jon's birth. But she had reconsidered. Knowing what she knew, she understood why Ned his it from everyone. If word got out, King Robert would behead every last Stark alive for it. So she did not approach him with it.

Years had gone by as Hope began to deploy her plans to save everyone. She made sure to learn the ways of Westeros and also looking through certain loopholes in what she knew to find a way to change the tide of this world's fate. Soon enough the news of Jon Arryn's death and the King coming to Winterfell reached her ear and she knew it was time.

As Sansa Stark stood waiting for the King's party to enter Winterfell, she closely studied every person that came through. There were more enemies there than allies, but that was all she had to work with. The fate of this world rested on her decisions now.