This is my first attempt at writing a Chronicles of Narnia fic, so any sort of feedback is much appreciated. This was originally intended to be an actual story but the ideas I have work better as oneshots. Slightly AUish, but only because there's an OC involved. Enjoy!

"Are you going to eat that?" Tumnus was thin and defeated looking. He had to be, to want that moldy scrap of bread that was considered food. "You're Lucy Pevensie's brother aren't you?" Tumnus asked.

"I'm Edmund."

"She has the same nose." Edmund brushed his nose softly and bit the inside of his mouth to keep tears from falling. His little sister was in danger, all because of him.

"Is your sister alright? Is she safe?" Edmund knew who was looking for his family. There's was only a small chance that they were alright.

"I don't know." It was the only thing he thought he could say. There was a bang on the door and the White Witch and her guard came barging in.

"My police tore that dam apart. You're little family was nowhere to be found," she said with a sneer. Edmund almost sighed with relief. They had escaped and were still alive. The White Witch was not in the best of moods however.

"Where did they go?" she said as she lifted Edmund by his collar.

"I don't know." His voice had the edge of pleading, begging her to just let him and his family go.

"Then you have no further use to me." She raised her wand, ready to end him. Edmund was afraid of the end.

"Wait! The Beavers said something about Aslan."

"Aslan?" She lowered her wand. "Where is Aslan?"

Tumnus rushed forward at this. "He's a stranger here your majesty, doesn't know what he's saying." With a nod of the head, Tumnus was struck by the guard.

"I said where is Aslan?" Edmund glanced at Tumnus and saw his eyes pleading that he not betray Aslan.

"I don't know. I left before they said anything." The White Witch continued to stare at him with disbelief. "I wanted to see you!" Edmund said, trying to convince her to not have him killed...

Edmund watched as Tumnus was taken away. Tumnus's eyes never left Edmund, and Edmund was left with the burning shame and guilt inside him. All his fault. Innocent creatures being killed, his family was in danger. All because of him. He hid his face in his hands and tried his hardest to not let the tears come.

"You're a son of Adam aren't you?" A new voice pierced Edmund's thoughts. Sitting nearby was a girl, about the same age as he was. She had long silver hair and emerald green eyes. The strangest thing about her was her pointed ears.

"I'm human, if that's what you mean." Her eyes danced.

"That means you're here to save us." Save who? Edmund hadn't saved anyone, nor would he. He only made things worse, just as Peter always said he did.

"You must be mistaken. I've not done any good since I got here. I wouldn't count on me."

"You doubt because of your mistakes. What is your name Son of Adam?"

"Edmund, Edmund Pevensie." She smiled.

"My name is Aza." Aza was thin, like she hadn't seen real food in a while.

"How long has she kept you here?"

"A few weeks I'd say. Doesn't really matter, I'll be joining those statues in the courtyard any day now." Edmund shuddered as he remembered the different figures he'd seen on his way in. He thought they were just statues, not real creatures.

"Why would she? I mean what have you…"

"I am an elf Edmund Pevensie. It's a wonder why she didn't have me killed as soon as they captured me." Edmund's puzzlement shown over his face, so Aza continued.

"The elves were among the first to resist when the White Witch began taking power. My people fought against her and for that she ordered their execution. Every last elf has been killed, except for me. My father told me to run when they invaded our village. I have been running ever since."

"That had to have happened more than a hundred years ago. How are you still so young?" Edmund asked.

"Aslan gifted my people with long lives. We age much slower than any other creature and much more irregular. Aslan promised us at the beginning that we would never die of old age." Edmund leaned his head against the ice.

"So you could live forever?"

"Yes Edmund Pevensie. But I will not." The young elf's face betrayed what her calm voice hid. She felt sadness and loneliness. She had been alone for who knows how long. Now she would die alone. Edmund felt as he had when Mr. Tumnus had been taken away. He couldn't bear to see this creature's life end, not when she could live forever. It was then that he decided that he could somehow redeem himself just a little.

The White Witch enter the prison a few minutes later with a guard. "Yes elf, your time has come," she said with a satisfied smirk.

Aza stared up into her face. She would not give the Witch the satisfaction of her fear. The guard moved to unchain Aza and lead her to a stony death.

"Wait, wait!" Edmund said. The White Witch turned to him.

"You shouldn't kill her."

"Excuse me Son of Adam?"

"I mean, she could be of value to you, an addition to your army or your guard. Isn't she a good swordsman?" Edmund swallowed a lump in his throat as the White Witch glared at him.

"And what makes you think Edmund, that this worthless creature would do such a thing?"

"I heard her say so myself," Edmund said, with as much conviction he could muster. The White Witch turned to Aza.

"Is this true elf?" Edmund looked at Aza, willing that she would play along.

"Yes," Aza said slowly. "Yes I would join you."

"And betray your worthless race?"

"They are gone your majesty, I have no loyalty left for them." Aza was playing her part well.

"Very well. Ginarrbrik will bring the prisoners to my sleigh," she instructed the guard. They exited to prepare the sleigh, and Edmund let out a small sigh of relief.

"Quick before he arrives, how fast can you run?" Edmund asked in a hushed tone.

"Fast enough to get away from here."

"When we get out there, when I say run, you must go fast. Get to Aslan's Camp, I heard it's near the Stone Table." Aza nodded.

"Thank you Edmund Pevensie." She smiled. "Those who say you are a traitor, well they are most mistaken. I hope that we will meet again Edmund."

Edmund looked ahead and smiled hopefully. "I hope so too."

Ginarrbrik barged in the door with a long spear. "Time to go filthy prisoners," he said with a small evil grin.

He unchained Edmund and Aza and then bound their hands with cords.

"Move," he ordered.

Edmund and Aza were led through the Witch's icy palace and out to the courtyard. A sharp pain twitched in Edmund's heart when they passed a new statue with little horns. The sleigh was waiting for them across the courtyard, and Ginarrbrik shoved them towards it. Suddenly Edmund halted in his tracks.

"Ginarrbrik, I think this binding is too tight, my circulation's being cut off. Can you fix it, please?" Ginarrbrik grumbled under his breath about whiny little humans and dropped his spear to adjust the binding on Edmund's wrists. Edmund glanced at the White Witch. She was settling herself into her sleigh, not paying any attention to them. Edmund turned to Aza and mouthed, "Run."

Aza went slowly at first, taking a few paces until she was several feet away from Nikabrik and Edmund. Then she turned at ran. Ginarrbrik looked up at the crunch of the snow and shouted, "My queen, she is escaping!"

The White Witch turned and waved her wand to turn Aza to stone. But Aza was too far away. Edmund noted that Aza wasn't kidding about going fast. Already she was close to disappearing into trees.

"After her fool!" Ginarrbrik snatched his spear from the ground and charged after Aza, but the dwarf had no chance of catching the long-legged elf. The White Witch was furious. She strode over to Edmund angrily and grabbed his face in her hand.

"Did you have anything to do with this?" she demanded. Her nails were digging into his skin and Edmund could feel a small trickle of blood on his face.

"N-N-No your majesty! I had nothing to do with this I swear!" he stammered out. She released him and he fell into the cold snow. Ginarrbrik came running back, panting and sweating.

"She gone your majesty, there's no hope of catching her now."

"Alert our spies to be watching. She must be found before she can reach Aslan Camp, no doubt that's where she's heading." She turned to Edmund as he lay in the snow, unable to get up because of his bound hands.

"The next time she is found," the White Witch said menacingly, "There will be no hesitation."

With that she ordered Ginarrbrik to put Edmund in the sleigh and settled back in among her furs. The reindeer took off and Edmund couldn't help but to glance back towards the trees where Aza ran to. A small smile escaped his lips.