"I have always been a pretty object, Chris. I am a little bird meant to sing on command, a perfect bride. It is only now that I am able to live freely. I know this isn't how things are where you come from or where many people come from but it is the way of the world for me. What I have achieved, I have done through...well, I suppose it matters little. I am a queen now and in charge of my own destiny. Which...Jon does not know. It is a grave secret I trust you with," she says.

"To know his future is to know pain I would protect him from. He is my brother. I will not see him suffer for something that has not come to pass for him. I think I ruined this, however."

Sansa reaches over and waves her hand over the cup, filling it with snow.

"Perhaps that is a better topic of conversation. All the magic I have learned involves ice. Ice for an ice queen?"