Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
Just before.
Just before Edmund punches the glass-ice, there are a million things flying through his head faster than the swiftest bird.
He was filled with such fury, such incredible anger. It is not the white-hot of Peter's anger, nor the tightly controlled heat of Caspian, but a chill that is colder than Jadis's heart. It coats him in frostbite, nipping at him, and it is so cold in its magnitude. Edmund is furious right then, ready to murder. He hates the creatures that summoned Jadis, he hates the White Witch for tempting them, and he hates that Caspian has fallen prey to their tricks and false promises, but mostly he hates Peter.
Edmund hates his brother right then like never before, for falling to temptation for Jadis so easily, falling at all even though he knows the White Witch is strong, yet still he cannot believe that Peter has be so easily led astray by something he sought to oppose with all of his being over sixteen years ago—and more than that, something that Peter swore to tear apart for taking his brother. And for unintentionally hurting him so, Edmund abhors his brother.
That they should be driven apart by such a spike was more than Edmund could stand.
Then he destroys the Witch in a shatter of ice and he is more cold right then than any point in his life.
For those that we love so much, we can hate with the greatest fury.
A/N: My hands and feet fell like they will never be able to move again, they are that frozen. I couldn't make this any better, so hence! I posted it.