I walk down the ice corridor, hurrying. Mum has called me, a child of Eve has apparently stumbled into Narnia, there's only rumors, but Mum wants to make sure.
That's Mum for you. She can be super paranoid when it comes to her power. See she isn't the 'rightful' ruler of Narnia. Aslan is. A lion. Imagine! A lion head of a vast country? Apparently he can talk too, what sort of lion talks? Mum used to tell me stories about him, how whenever he saw her he cowered in fear and talked in a high pitched voice, a lion talking like an elf. Mum overruled him when she took Narnia... doesn't that tell you something? Well, it does to me. It means that Mum is much more powerful than that cowardly, 'talking' little lion. I also don't get why so many are loyal to him, he left them to fend for themselves. He ran off, tail between his legs, meowing. Especially the beavers, they're so faithful it makes icicles melt. and , Montague is keeping a lookout for them though, so all ought to be good.

I open the door,"Yes Mother?" I ask, "What do you want?"

She turns her blond head towards me, her ice cold eyes warming a tad bit- just for me. She icily smiles her familiarly cold smile,"Off to go riding around. Looking for some traitors. Want to come?"

I nod my head,"Yes! May I ride on Whitelace?" Whitelace is my horse, she can't talk, luckily, I'd hate to have a talking pet! She's pure white with a dark star above her forehead.

"You'll ride behind I presume?" Mum asks me as she gets off of her ice throne. Her white dress trailing behind her.

"Yes." I smirk at her, she rolls her eyes at my enthusiasm, but smiles. She's proud that I love to kill just for sport.

"Get changed into your red dress and white coat." She orders me,"Meet me at the courtyard in fifteen minutes."

I bow to her and run off. With me, my Mum is slightly nicer then with everybody else. I am her 'little frozen princess' and only child.
I walk up to my room and brush my long blond hair. I look a lot like my mother, except my hair has a tad more yellow in it and my eyes are a bit bluer and I'm a tad shorter than my Mum's seven feet. I'm barely past 5ft. But, If you saw me you could mistake me for her...if you had never seen her before.
I change into my long red dress and white furry coat and walk downstairs to get Whitelace from one of the slaves. I have her trotting around the courtyard when my Mum comes out and gets into the large white carriage. They start off and I run after them.
We wander through the forests and long snow-covered meadows, seeking traitors and un-loyal subjects.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~An hour or two later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We go across the big frozen lake and arrive near the lamppost.
I'm pretty far behind so I just barely see that the carriage has stopped and that my mother is talking to an overgrown dwarf.
Mum gives me a signal with her hand, that tells me to stay where I'm at. I, of course don't listen and go closer, listening onto the conversation.

I hear my Mum ask the large dwarf," I can make anything you like."

The large dwarf looks like he's thinking and then says in the voice of a spoiled child,"Can you make me taller?"

Mum laughs, but her laugh is forced,"Anything you want...to eat."

The large dwarf cries out,"Turkish Delight?"

My Mum does her magic and gives him Turkish Delight. I wonder what that is? Some human concocion I presume. I watch as he eats a few pieces. I smile darkly, he's eaten Mum's food so now he's been tempted over to our side. I wonder why Mum wants him on our side though?

Then I hear my Mum tell him,"Now, you do have siblings?"

"Yes." He tells her finishing the Turkish Delight,"I have a sister, Lucy she's been here before and then there's my brother and another sister. They're all rather annoying. Nothing like me."

I smirk. I'm sure they're nothing like you.

"Did your sister meet anyone while she was here?" Mum asks him coldly.

"Um...yes, some faun named Tomas or Tumnas, something like that." He waves his hand, "He's not too important. My sister rantts about him constantly, rather annoying really."

"Interesting..." My mum whispers to herself and the asks him in fake cheerfulness,"Can you bring them to me? I have always wanted a heir, a prince who would be King one day. And since you're going to be king, you'll have to have servants."

I glare at my mother, I'm the heir! Not some filthy, snotty nosed human!

I glare at the carriage, but then I remember that there was something about siblings. A prophecy? No? Yes. The prophecy. No wonder my mum wants him! He's from the prophecy! This makes sense! I smile an wickedly, but then frown, who could be so stupid to turn his family for...Turkish Delight? However delightful it may be.

"Beyond these woods, you see those two hills? My house is right between them…. Until then, dear one,I'm gonna miss you." my Mum smiles hugging him. I've never seen my Mum smile like that. So sweetly...it's ever so disgusting.

"Wait! Before you go...could I perhaps have some more Turkish delight?" He asks as he hops off the carriage.

Mum looks at him angrily,"NO!" She yells. She sees that he is bewildered and so she says, in a much calmer tone,"No dear. You will be able to have as much Turkish Delight as you want at the castle. Now go along! See you soon!" With that Mum speeds of. Leaving the human boy standing there alone. Face covered in sugary sweetness, looking ill. From eating the bewitched food. I presume it must do something to your insides. Then he looks my way. I dared to not move, what if he can see me? I have a red dress on, the white coat barely even covers it.. I pat Whitelace on the head and murmur "Good girl." She shakes her mane.

The boy still looks in my direction and catches my eye. He's seen me! Whatever would mother say? I panic and hope he doesn't go near me. But then a young, brown haired girl bursts from within some bushes, and in an awfully happy and chirpy voice cries out"Edmund! you've got in here too! Do you believe me now?"
She starts jumping, pulling his attention away from me. I give out a relieved sigh. Thank the frostbite and ice!

"Yeah, sure. Now come one. How do we get out?" he asks her, looking sickly.

"Are you feeling all right?" she asks him, noticing his odd facial expression. Yes. The spell is in place.

"No, I just wanna get out of here, please, come on Lucy."

"Here! This way!" She drags him into some pine trees by his hand and he follows.

That had been close. I remember the way they went, since it must be a way into their world. Must check that out later.

I watch them as they run off. I then turn around and head back to the castle, back home.

I smirk, Edmund is going to be a frozen stone statue in our courtyard, soon. And perhaps Mum will let me finish him off!