Bran’s Plan to defeat the Night King: He sets an unlikely trap

Potential Spoilers Below

I believe that when Bran goes back to the past physically and becomes Bran the Builder and eventually makes his home as a three-eyed crow in the Winterfell weirwood tree he has a plan.  He knows that he won’t be able to put off his confrontation with the Night King for much longer, relatively speaking (i.e. a week or a month etc.), after he jumps back in time to begin with.  Bran has seen how his mentor was killed and knows his end will come in a similar fashion. 

So, what is his plan?  I think it has to do with Varamyr Sixskins.

“Varamyr woke suddenly, violently, his whole body shaking. “Get up,” a voice was screaming, “get up, we have to go. There are hundreds of them.” The snow had covered him with a stiff white blanket. So cold. When he tried to move, he found that his hand was frozen to the ground. He left some skin behind when he tore it loose.

“Get up,” she screamed again, “they’re coming.”

Thistle had returned to him. She had him by the shoulders and was shaking him, shouting in his face. Varamyr could smell her breath and feel the warmth of it upon cheeks gone numb with cold. Now, he thought, do it now, or die.

He summoned all the strength still in him, leapt out of his own skin, and forced himself inside her.”

“Thistle arched her back and screamed.

Abomination. Was that her, or him, or Haggon? He never knew. His old flesh fell back into the snowdrift as her fingers loosened. The spearwife twisted violently, shrieking. His shadowcat used to fight him wildly, and the snow bear had gone half-mad for a time, snapping at trees and rocks and empty air, but this was worse. “Get out, get out!” he heard her own mouth shouting. Her body staggered, fell, and rose again, her hands flailed, her legs jerked this way and that in some grotesque dance as his spirit and her own fought for the flesh. She sucked down a mouthful of the frigid air, and Varamyr had half a heartbeat to glory in the taste of it and the strength of this young body before her teeth snapped together and filled his mouth with blood. She raised her hands to his face. He tried to push them down again, but the hands would not obey, and she was clawing at his eyes. Abomination, he remembered, drowning in blood and pain and madness. When he tried to scream, she spat their tongue out.”

“The white world turned and fell away. For a moment it was as if he were inside the weirwood, gazing out through carved red eyes as a dying man twitched feebly on the ground and a madwoman danced blind and bloody underneath the moon, weeping red tears and ripping at her clothes. Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that’s in it, he thought, exulting. A hundred ravens took to the air, cawing as they felt him pass. A great elk trumpeted, unsettling the children clinging to his back. A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself.

That was his last thought as a man.”

“True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. Then he found himself rushing over moonlit snows with his packmates close behind him. Half the world was dark. One Eye, he knew. He bayed, and Sly and Stalker gave echo.

When they reached the crest the wolves paused. Thistle, he remembered, and a part of him grieved for what he had lost and another part for what he’d done. Below, the world had turned to ice. Fingers of frost crept slowly up the weirwood, reaching out for each other. The empty village was no longer empty. Blue-eyed shadows walked amongst the mounds of snow. Some wore brown and some wore black and some were naked, their flesh gone white as snow. A wind was sighing through the hills, heavy with their scents: dead flesh, dry blood, skins that stank of mold and rot and urine. Sly gave a growl and bared her teeth, her ruff bristling. Not men. Not prey. Not these.

The things below moved, but did not live. One by one, they raised their heads toward the three wolves on the hill. The last to look was the thing that had been Thistle. She wore wool and fur and leather, and over that she wore a coat of hoarfrost that crackled when she moved and glistened in the moonlight. Pale pink icicles hung from her fingertips, ten long knives of frozen blood. And in the pits where her eyes had been, a pale blue light was flickering, lending her coarse features an eerie beauty they had never known in life.

She sees me.”

Varamyr considered himself the strongest skinchanger there was but yet he failed to take the body of the woman Thistle.  So, what is Bran’s plan?  He plans to warg the Night King himself!  It has been shown how close to impossible it is to warg a person.  Bran however IMO is not an ordinary greenseer and warg!  I think on the downward swing of the Night King’s blade, after he is found in the Winterfell Crypts, Bran will reach out with his mind and do the IMPOSSIBLE.  Since I don’t think he can see into the future I think he put events in motion that will be his undoing.

The first event was him giving Arya the catspaw dagger.

The next piece of corroborating evidence IMO is his conversation with Sansa that described his abilities. 

Notice that he doesn’t say he can see the future.  He says he can see “Everything that’s ever happened to everyone.” Past tense.  He follows it up with “Everything that’s happening right now.”  Again, nothing about the future.  He then ends with “It’s all pieces now, fragments.  I need to learn to see better.”  I believe a truer statement was never uttered when it comes to his future.  I think when he emerges from the Crypts of Winterfell, in the skin of the Night King, Arya will see him and sneak up behind him and kills him with the very dagger he gave to her. Note the last picture.  I think at this point in the story he knows that he is the face of the Winterfell weirwood.

Comments encouraged.  Love to hear the idea’s of others.  Most believe that since I present my idea’s as “fact like” I’m not open to change my viewpoints which is far from the truth.  I simply look at the information presented and go from there.  If you can shine a light on another way of thinking that opens the door to debate.