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~~~Han's Point of View~~~
Banished?! I read the paper over and over and over again. Banished… banished…banished…banished. I shook my head in disbelief. My own father had banished me. Granted, he had never paid much attention to me before, but to banish me…
I only have one day to figure out where I want to move on to next. My father was giving me a ship with a full crew and some money, but his letter said that was all he could do for me and of course he stroked his own ego by making it sound like he was giving me a great gift.
I pulled a map out to try to figure out where to go. Arendelle was obviously not a possibility. Weasel town – or whatever it was – was out because of my accusing the Duke of treason. Corona? I frowned. No, that girl – what was her name? Ripenzel? – was too similar to Anna. Maybe I didn't love Anna, but there was still something about her that I started to realize I was missing. No one had ever been so… genuine… so … so free with her emotions. That Corona girl was apparently just as hyper and excitable and naïve as Anna. So no, not Corona.
I frowned and peered over the map again. What was this arrow at the edge of the map?
"James," I called to one of the servants. "What's this arrow pointing to? Are there more countries there?"
"Yes, your high- ohh umm, not sure how to refer to you anymore," he stammered.
"Never mind that, just answer the question!" I said. I was starting to get irritated. I'm not sure which was worse, the servants and such who disrespected me because of what happened or those who had no clue how to act. It's not that hard. My father didn't take away my title! Well, at least not yet. Although that may have just been an oversight.
"Yes, your highness," James said, probably out of habit. "We point there because we know there are lands there, but we do not know enough to map it out. There are tales of strange lands there. A few islands are apparently normal and similar to here, as well as some of the countries, but there is one that we avoid at all costs. One with animals that talk! And the strangest creatures. Horses with the bodies of men! Goats with the faces of men! Or something like that. Different stories say different things. About a hundred years ago, give or take a few decades, there started being tales of an evil witch who took over as queen and froze everything."
"An evil queen who froze everything?!" I cried out. There's no way Elsa could have been there a hundred years ago… My father attended her christening. There were birth announcements when she was born. But maybe she isn't the only one with this power.
"Yes, that is what they said. And lately, no one has traveled towards that area. Not that many ever did. No one wishes to be around such strange creatures. But since the evil witch showed up, she has caused the water around traveling ships which are trading with her enemies to get stuck in ice, which had led to no one traveling there."
"I will travel there," I decided confidently. If this witch really is evil, maybe I could somehow twist that into evidence to show my father that Elsa's magic comes from an evil source and I was right to order her execution. After all, that witch even tried to freeze her sister's heart! And yet she's accepted while I'm being banished. Or maybe I can work my way into the witch's good graces. After all, she probably won't know I've been banished, and technically I still have my title. Not that my title counted for much here. I rolled up the map and went to the shipyard to announce my decision to the captain of the ship my father was providing for me. He looked petrified at my words.
"Tra-travel to N-Na," he stammered.
"Oh yes, I never did catch the name of the country," I commented.
"Ahem, Narnia. But your highness, it is far too dangerous to travel there," he protested.
"Are you not a man? We should chase danger and seek it out, not scamper away from it with our tails between our legs like a common dog!"
"Yes, yes your highness. We will be ready to leave by tomorrow morning. I still highly recommend you choose somewhere else."
"I have made my decision," I said firmly. I spun around, not wanting to bother with debating the captain when in the end he would do as I said.
As we neared Narnia, the water around the boat turned to ice. The air was nipping cold no matter how many coats I had on. Is this adventure really worth it? Then I remembered the shame and disgrace I had faced thanks to Elsa and my resolve to go through with this trip strengthened again. Suddenly I heard a roar. I ran to the prow of the ship and saw a lion.
A lion? And he was standing on the water. Sure there were starting to be several chunks of ice, but there was still no way a lion could be standing on the water.
Hans, come to me. I hear a voice in my head. I look at the lion. It had been him who talked. I don't know how I knew it, but it was.
Take courage. Do not be afraid.
"You want me to walk on the water?" I said out loud. Some of the sailors gave me odd looks, but most stayed entranced by the lion and kept staring at him.
COME! The lion roared in my head. I knew I had to go. It might be the death of me, but suddenly I realized I didn't care. I climbed over the side of the boat and stepped onto the water. I was amazed when I found that I too could walk on the water. I started walking towards him, but then when a gust of wind blew through I became afraid again and began to sink.
"Lord, save me!" I cried out to the lion.
"You of little faith," the lion said "Why do you doubt?"
Then I found that I could again walk on the water.
"What do you wish to do with me?"
"You are on the pathway of revenge. If you follow that path, you will find what you are searching for, but it will not bring you satisfaction. I come to offer you another path, the pathway of redemption. The White Witch who you seek uses the same magic as Queen Elsa, but let the magic consume her and turn her evil, whereas Elsa controls her magic with the strength her sister lends her. It has been prophesied that four children will conquer over the White Witch. Be their faithful servant and you will find the redemption that your heart truly craves. Now return to your boat. The White Witch cannot see your boat, so she will not target you with her ice."
I turned around and began walking back toward my boat in a daze. When I had almost reached the boat, I turned back around and saw that he had disappeared. I then started falling in the water. I swam the few inches toward my boat in the freezing cold water and climbed over the side. Only then did the words that the lion had said to me sink in.
Faithful servant?! I'm a prince! I was supposed to be a king! I shouldn't be a faithful servant to a bunch of children!
"Prince Hans?" the captain said. "What do we do now?"
I thought it over. I couldn't turn back and go somewhere else now that I know that the White Witch's powers are Elsa's and are evil. I just have to convince everyone that Elsa's powers will eventually turn her evil as well. And it's nice of the lion to make it easier for me to sail there, but I don't intend on being a "faithful servant" to anyone, much less stupid little children. But maybe they'll be helpful to me, especially if a prophecy says they will.
"My orders have not changed. We sail to Narnia."
Elsa's snow was so much softer than the snow in Narnia. Narnia was more ice than it was snow. We had been travelling for miles on land and not seen any humans. We had seen a few animals, but they all scampered away at the sight of us.
"Your highness, look!" one of my men said. There was a sleigh ahead with the most beautifully terrifying person I had ever seen other than Elsa. I knew in an instant it had to be the White Witch. She was escorted by a short person with a long beard. I walked up to her and gave her a bow.
"Lady, may I have the pleasure of speaking with you? I am a prince who has traveled far."
"And a son of Adam?" the Witch said.
"Pardon? My father, the King of the Southern Isles, is na-"
"Oh, you are from this world. But never mind. Why has a prince of the Southern Isle traveled to my domain?"
"So you are, in fact, the queen of Narnia?" I asked.
"Indeed I am. Come, your highness, sit with me awhile." She smiled and I saw no reason not to sit with her. She wrapped a warm coat around me.
"Now, what would you like to eat?"
"Sandwiches!" I said before thinking. Anna was still in the back of my mind.
"Really? Sandwiches? How about something sweeter? Maybe Turkish Delight?" she procured some sweet looking treats. I reached in and took one.
"Thank you, your majesty," I said.
"And how about something to drink?" she pulled a vial from her coat and a drop fell onto the white snow. I stared wide-eyed as the snow formed into a goblet filled with liquid. Her escort picked up the goblet and handed it to me. It was the most delicious drink I had ever tasted.
"Tell me, your highness, why have you come to my domain?"
"Well, you see, there's a queen in Arendelle who has powers very similar to you, but tragically, she used them to freeze her sister's heart. Her sister, who was my betrothed, somehow magically survived though. I heard about you, and was interested in learning more, since your powers seem so similar."
Naturally, I didn't want to tell her I thought her powers to be from evil sources. She also didn't really need to know that the two of them despised me and our engagement was definitely off.
"Dear me! What a tragedy it would have been if the lady had died."
"Princess."
"My apologies, the princess. But what do you want from me?"
"You see, I desperately love the sweet, naïve princess. She doesn't comprehend the danger she is in. If her sister froze her heart once, what's to stop her from doing it again? And next time, Anna may not be so lucky. Being older and wiser, I hoped that your majesty would have advice on how to either help Queen Elsa control her powers or how to ensure Anna's heart cannot be frozen again."
"Dear prince," the witch said with a smile, "Come and stay with me at my castle. I do not know how to freeze people's hearts unfortunately. But do you really think such a silly little princess is really worth it? I can give you a better offer. You see, I have no heirs of my own. And such a brave prince as yourself seems like the perfect fit for the throne of Narnia. Such a strong, handsome, courageous young man. Will you be my prince?"
She was giving me exactly what I wanted. Sure revenge would have been nice, but all I wanted all along was to rule.
"Of course, your majesty."
I had been in her ice castle for a bit more than two weeks before anything exciting ever happened. She treated me decently, but I barely saw her. I often wandered out to where my ship was docked on the Great River where my men were staying. But one day, I had been wandering about the castle when I saw her walking past furiously with several of her minions. I jumped behind a pillar to eavesdrop.
"That foolish faun! He's supposed to be my agent. How dare he hide that he met a human! Maugrim, we will need you to recreate the Secret Police and the first assignment is to capture Tumnus so I can punish him. If there have been a Son of Adam and Daughter of Eve in Narnia, it won't be long until there are four of them. And there have been rumors of Aslan."
Aslan, Aslan, why did that name sound so … warm? A wave of warmth and happiness had spread over me as I heard his name, even though her voice sounded incredibly cold as she said it. Wait, hide meeting with a human? How is that a crime? I heard a voice, "Follow the light. It will lead you to Tumnus so he can prepare for the Secret Police coming." I looked around wildly but saw no one. I suddenly realized it was the voice of the lion I had met on the water. I had completely forgotten about him and what he asked me to do. I saw was a wisp of light floating out the door.I followed it through her castle and was vaguely surprised to not run into any of the Witch's minions. I ran through the assortment of stone animals and creatures and followed the light through the forests. Again, I ran into no one. The light stopped at a cavelike home and disappeared. I went up to the door and knocked.
"Oh! A human?" he cried out.
"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I don't know. Not one that the Witch is looking for anyways. But I came to warn you. The Witch knows about you meeting some human and is forming some Secret Police and it's first target is you," I said quickly. His eyes widened, but he nodded and didn't seemed as surprised as I would have thought.
"Thank you very much! Can I ask one more favor of you?"
I nodded. He ran back inside and grab a handkerchief of all things and a map.
"Take this to the Beavers and tell them it's Lucy Pevensie's. Tell them about the Witch and police and such too. They live here," he said, pointing to a dot on the map.
"Alright."
"Now hurry! If she finds out you were here, she'll be after you too!" I nodded and ran off. While going to the Beaver's, I started questioning my own actions. So…. So far today I've followed the instructions of a water-walking lion's voice in my head, followed a random floating wisp of light, and am now bringing a handkerchief from a half-man half-goat thing to some beavers. I'm starting to really wish for the normalcy of the Southern Isles. And why the heck am I doing any of this? I mean, I do want to help these people. I get a really evil feeling from the Witch. And it's not like I haven't helped citizens of countries that aren't my own before. I kept the people of Arendelle safe and warm during Elsa's winter. But that wasn't at the possible expense of my own life! Well, I've already risked my life by going to the faun. Might as well keep going with it.
I got a bit lost at one point because I was looking for a house. Then I mentally smacked my head. Of course beavers would live in a damn. I went up and knocked on what I assumed was the door. A beaver came out.
"A Son of Adam?" he gasped.
"I don't think so. Someone named Tumnus asked me to give you this. Apparently it's someone's… uh Lucy… Pivenses?"
"Beaver? Just who are you talking to out there in the cold?" a more feminine not human sounding voice called from inside the damn. His wife maybe?
"The missus," he whispered to me. "Tumnus sent him to bring the human girl's handkerchief."
"Well, invite him in! Where are your manners?" she called. The male beaver gestured inside and I followed him in.
"Let me get you a warm meal and drink dear. And some… civilized company." She hurried about, getting a meal and drink prepared.
"No, no thank you. It's quite alright. I don't want to burden you," I protested.
"Nonsense, it's far too cold to leave without at least a warm drink. And it's no burden, dear. No burden at all," she assured.
"So, how is Tumnus anyways?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"The White Witch is creating and sending the Secret Police after him. For hiding a human or something like that."
"Oh, dear! Not poor Tumnus!" Mrs. Beaver gasped, placing a paw to her chest.
"That must be why he sent the handkerchief," Mr. Beaver said sadly. "So that the humans will know we can be trusted. He must want us to help the humans when they return."
"To keep them from the Witch?"
Mr. Beaver nodded. "She's gonna want them to keep the prophecy from coming true."
"Prophecy?"
"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done."
"That doesn't really rhyme…."
"You're kinda missing the point!"
"It's been prophesied that two Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia," Mrs. Beaver explained while cooking.
"So what is the Witch planning on doing with them?" I asked.
"What do ya think?" Mr. Beaver said gravely. I gulped.
"Fish and chips!" Mrs. Beaver said, suddenly breaking the somber mood.
"Uh, thanks," I said, taking some food. We chatted for awhile. I told them about the Southern Isles, barring of course part about me being banished. I found out that they were part of several animals who were against the White Witch and had been waiting for the four humans to show up so they could act.
"And waiting of course for Aslan," Mrs. Beaver added.
"Aslan? Who exactly is that?" I asked eagerly.
"Hahahahaha, who's Aslan?" Mr. Beaver laughed, until Mrs. Beaver shut him up.
"He's the true king of Narnia! The son of the Emperor-beyond-Sea! There's a prophecy: "When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, and when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."
That doesn't exactly rhyme either…
I asked them some more about Aslan and quickly realized he must be the lion I met on the water. I was still trying to decide what to do next when the Beavers asked me where I was living.
"I, uh, well, I have a ship…" I stammered, figuring saying that I was staying with the Witch would not go over well.
"A ship! That's no way to live!" Mrs. Beaver exclaimed. "You'll stay with us! It'll be no burden, I promise. We'd love to have a guest!"
"I, um…." I thought it over. Living with them gave up any chance of being the Witch's heir, but I might have already messed that up with warning Tumnus. But still, I could always claim he was lying… I frowned, trying to decide what to do.