Disclaimers: I do not own The Snow Queen and The Chronicles of Narnia. They belong to Hans Christian Anderson and C.S. Lewis. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to the me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the first part of my Rogue Warriors fanfiction trilogy. :)

Janet and Anabeth's journey, from Janet's trilogy, Janet and the Druids, is about to continue in this story. They will appear again either in my Origin Series sequel and/or in the final trilogy of my Before the First Age Anthology, which is a part of my Long Series.

That was a mouthful! :)

Anyway, while it's clear which two fandoms will be the main ones for this story, there will be other fandoms crossing over in the trilogy. Just thought I'd give everyone a head's up! :)

So, without further ado, I present The Ice Queen.

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Janet sobbed for the second time that day. She couldn't believe her husband, Tobias, was dead. She would miss his soft, thick, curly brown hair, those bright blue eyes, that fair skin and facial features. He was dead, no thanks to the Warlock Lord. Tobias tried to defend her and her daughter from the Warlock Lord.

It didn't work. He killed Tobias! Janet wanted her revenge on the Druid but could not do it. Sometimes, it was better to let it go.

It had been two weeks since Tobias' death. She had been wearing her green dress, a pair of blue jeans, and her brown leather boots since this morning. Janet had pale skin, fair features, brown eyes, and black hair. She often wondered why Tobias chose her to be his wife. Was it family? Her mother Janus, the female Dalmatian, wanted to ensure their bloodlines would continue through Tobias and Janet's daughter. Now, maybe, if they were fortunate enough, Anabeth would meet someone new, someone Janet loved, too, and continue their bloodline.

But who would be their first choice? Well, she just hoped the man was good for her daughter, was a pilot, someone they could rely on when danger crossed their path, and didn't make matters worse for her family. She often wondered why her daughter fell in love with a druid. She sighed. Times were changing. She guessed they would change, too.

She looked up as her nineteen-year-old, curly, blonde-haired daughter, Anabeth, wearing a red dress, brown pants, and a pair of brown leather boots, entered the study. Janet looked down at Tobias' blue jacket, smelling her husband's scent of pipeweed and mist. She would miss that smell, hoping that Tobias would come back, whether as a ghost or someone more.

The study she and Anabeth were in had lots of books and plenty of tables and chairs scattered about the room. The bookcases, with their dark oak frames, lined up in rows in Druid Keep's study, the castle that was built on the mountain, Paranor, residing in the Four Lands. This was the study where Brona, the Warlock Lord, found the Ildatch, a book filled with dark magic. It was this very book that turned the druid evil. Now, it was a reminder to keep fighting. Janet would find another way to avenge her husband's death, even if it came in another form.

This was the vow she made. She would keep until her last breath was drawn.

"Mother," Anabeth said, getting her mother's attention, "Aslan is expecting us."

"Go!" Tobias' ghost, donned in a brown jacket, a brown waistcoat, a white dress shirt, and a pair of brown knee-breeches, appeared before his wife and his daughter. He approached them with ease, telling them with a smile, "Your next journey awaits you."

"Right," Janet said, carrying her husband's jacket towards the study's door. She jumped upon seeing Aslan enter the room. She did not expect that!

Tobias laughed, joyously. "Yes. Well, I always knew he'd make a good entrance!"

"That isn't the point," Aslan shook his head. "We need to talk alone." He added, making his way out of the study, "Come with me."

"Just do as he says," Janet told her daughter, leading Anabeth out of the study.

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The meeting room had long desks gathered in rows. At one end of the room, close to the wide windows, was a long table, with wooden chairs situated around the table. It was here where Aslan stopped and faced Janet, Anabeth, and the Ghost of Tobias. He looked at them all, sighing in defeat.

He had grim news to tell.

"I'm afraid that word has reached my ears," Aslan said, mournful. "Another hero has turned into a villain."

"Who?" Janet asked, confused.

"Please tell me Brona didn't turn another hero into a villain." Anabeth looked at Aslan, stunned. She received no response. "Didn't he?"

Aslan shook his head. "No. I'm afraid it's a red dragonoid named Parker Dooley. He's turned himself into the villain Maranguan. He's now off conquering worlds. He'll reach the Seven Realms within a fortnight. We cannot allow that to happen."

"What if he takes over the Seven Realm fully?" Janet asked, worried.

"I do not know," Aslan said, somber. He perked up. "What I do know is that I am sending you to the Four Seasons. Tobias will also help you out."

"I'm afraid I won't be that much help," Tobias admitted, solemnly.

"What does that mean?" Anabeth asked in alarm. She looked at Aslan, asking him, "Aslan, what are we facing? Please tell me it isn't another druid gone rogue."

"No," Aslan shook his head. He looked towards the window, explaining, "Villains are popping up all over the maps. Soon, they will have to face heroes. We cannot allow anymore takeovers. Something must be done. We need a hero, someone who turned himself into a villain, to become a hero again." He admitted, "We need Parker Dooley, but we cannot do this alone."

"What shall we do?" Janet asked, right as her daughter asked the same question.

"Mother!" Anabeth hissed, not wanting to be talked over.

"I'm sorry," Janet apologized.

"You're forgiven," Anabeth said, concerned. She looked at Aslan, curious, "Aslan, what are we facing in this new land? The Four Seasons. What is that?"

"It's where I'm sending you. It's a land where the four seasons connect but they keep to themselves. They stay the same throughout the years. They are unique in their own way." Aslan returned to the table. "There is an Ice Queen, the Snow Queen's sister. She usually lives at her sister's palace. We need an icicle, one that withstands the four seasons. This icicle may be the key to curing Parker Dooley. Parker won't suspect a thing, now that he's Maranguan. I've taken his foresight away and his visions. All he knows is present events. It will punish him greatly; at least, until he becomes good again. Then he can have his visions back. The good and the bad."

"When do we leave?" Janet asked, curious.

"You will leave as soon as you are ready. Believe me when I tell you, there is a way for you to enter the Realm of Spring. Good luck and may you have a safe journey," Aslan said, ending the meeting.

Janet returned her gaze to her husband. Tobias moved his hand towards her, touching her lower jaw. Janet moved her hands up to his, kissing his hand. She didn't want to let him go, but she knew she had to. It was time to move on.

"I can let you go," Janet said, feeling comforted.

Tobias smiled. "You never have to let me go. I'm always with you. In here." He pointed to her chest. His smile widened. "You'll always have me with you, Janet. I promise. No matter where you go, we'll find each other again." He moved his hand away from hers, nodding to his wife and his daughter, "I'll see you soon." He closed his eyes, vanishing on sight.

Tears trickled down Janet's face. She touched her chest, right where her heart was. She smiled, knowing her husband was still with her.

"Let's go," Janet said, patting her daughter's shoulder. She left the meeting room in high spirits. It was another good day to be half-human.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

The Warlock Lord, Paranor, Druid's Keep, and the Four Lands are from Terry Brooks' book series, The Shannara Series.