Sansa and Arya + thinking of each other

Sansa remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya
and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each
had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the
roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the
stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might
even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to
see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with
another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing
snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.