Prologue

Winter was a friend of hers, bringing her incomparable safety and love. She could not explain why the harsh winds and below zero temperatures did not deter her to run outside and escape Septa Mordane, Sansa and her mother's harsh scrutiny. Not even the comfort of her father's words or her brother's company could soothe the humiliation and hurt as much as the frosty embrace of winter.

He was not a stranger to the wonder and luxury that is praise, ever since he was youngling, nothing but praise would come out from his mother and father's mouths. He cherished it very much and it made him smile even more to know that Loki grew more enraged day by day because of it. Even as children, they had a competitive spirit coursing between them. But everyone knew that no matter what Loki accomplished, Thor would always be the favored son.

She couldn't quite understand why her mother wanted her to be a perfect lady. She was no good with sewing, etiquette and dancing, she could not be graceful and tact as her mother and sister, and she was nowhere near as pretty as Sansa. The attributes given to her were more Stark than Tully, with her steel grey eyes and rat's nest hair. They were nothing comparable to the startling Tully blue of Sansa's eyes or the luscious auburn hair that would flow like a waterfall down her back. These were all constant reminders that she would always be the 'other Stark girl'.

His arrogance would be his downfall, Loki would always say. No god could get away with all that destruction without there being any repercussions. Odin could see that as well. Yet he could not. He continued his mission of destruction, leading to a bloody confrontation with the Frost Giants and almost starting war. Thus he was banished to Earth, to reside in a human body and learn to be humble.