Hello my faithful readers! (: It's great to have you back reading this third chapter of my Narnia fanfic. Did I tell you I would update soon? Yes I did! BOOM! (: updated!

I just watched the movie. It was pretty good after not seeing it for a while.

So this next chapter might be a bit shorter than the last, but it has a lot of important content so PLEASE READ CAREFULLY! It involves the long awaited entrance of the White Witch. Get ready for a dumbstruck Edmund, the chilly gaze of the Witch, and more of Henri and Ed's rivalry).

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SW

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Chapter 3: The Queen of Narnia-Or Not?

Edmund's POV

So I was wrong for once in my life. What's it to her? Oh, yeah, she detests me.

"Oh, please, this has got to be a hoax," I say, trying to deny what I'm standing in. I HATE being wrong.

"If you really think that this wood is a hoax, you are the biggest idiot I have ever met," says my enemy, stepping further into the snowy forest.

"Henri, wait! Don't leave me here alone!" I shout, scrambling after her. I'd rather not be in this forest by myself, even if I have to be with the one person hate the most.

I see her halt and stare at the sky.

"Oh, please," I say. "The clouds aren't that-"

It's a lamp post. What in the world is a lamp post doing here in the middle of a magical land...in a wood of all places?

"This is a dream," I try to convince myself. "This can't be real."

Henri curiously inspects the lamp post.

"This isn't a dream, I can assure you that," she replies.

"How do you know?" I retort. She looks me straight in the eye and walks over to me, my feet planted in the snow. Without breaking her gaze, she pinches my arm. Quite hard, too!

"Hey!"

"That's why it's not a dream. And your ugly face would never dare to show up in any of my dreams. Only nightmares," says Henri matter-of-factly. She whirls around and walks past the lamp post.

"You little piece of rotten rubbish," I mutter under my breath. I rub my arm and take long strides in order to catch up with her.

"Lucy! Lucy! Come out! It's Henri and Edmund!" yells Henri. I clap my hand over her lips instantly.

"Shut up!" I hiss. "Don't tell her I'm here with you! She'll never let me live this down."

She licks my hand. I recoil.

"Nasty!"

"Next time, tell me nicely and don't put your filthy digits on my face," she says, frowning.

I wipe my palm on my trousers.

What a prat! I think in disgust.

She walks on, me close on her heels.

"Let's go back," I say. "It's freezing out here and we'll never find my sister. I'm sure she'll be out after us. And besides, I don't want to be stuck in this forest with you."

"I'd rather not have you here, either, but if you want to leave, you're perfectly welcome," Henri says. "It's just proves how much a wuss you really are."

"I am not a wuss!" I scowl.

"Then prove me wrong and let's explore."

Suddenly, the sound of far off bells fills the air.

"That's you, right?" asks Henri nervously.

"Oh, of course. I always carry sleigh bells in my pocket," I comeback sarcastically.

The jingling draws nearer. Then a white sledge pulled by miniature white reindeer pulls up in front of me and my rival. A short man with a scruffy beard sits in the front, clutching the reins of the reindeer and a black leather whip.

However, it is the woman who sits proudly on a high seat in the middle of the sledge is what terrifies me. The lady wears white fur and an ice crown and in her hand is long golden stick…is that a wand?

She stands dramatically. She is the tallest woman I have ever encountered. Who is this?

"What, pray tell," she booms regally, "are the both of you?"

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Henri's POV

Edmund dumbly stammers an answer.

"I'm-I'm-my name is Edmund," he says dumbly. He looks quite awkward under the woman's cold stare.

"Is that how you address a queen?" she thunders.

"I-I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," Edmund pleads, giving a slight bow. Oh, sure, NOW he has manners!

"Not know the Queen of Narnia? Ha! You shall know better hereafter." She turns to me. "And you are-?"

"Oh, my apologies, Your Majesty," I say, curtsying.

"Yes, yes, apologize you must. But I shall repeat-what are you?" says the Queen yet again.

"Please, Your Majesty," says Edmund, "I'm no quite sure exactly what you mean. I'm still in school if that helps at all."

"So am I, my Queen," I chime in. I'm not going to let Edmund do all the talking, even though this situation is very fishy indeed. I don't trust this queen, no matter how powerful she may seem to be.

"Yes," says the Queen frustratedly, gripping her golden rod more tightly; "but what ARE you?" She gestures to Ed. "An overgrown dwarf that has shaved its beard?" Then she turns to me. "A dryad that has ventured far away from its home?"

"No, Your Majesty, I am a boy," says Edmund. A spark glistens in the White Queen's eyes.

"A boy!" exclaims she. "Do you mean you are a Son of Adam?"

Edmund stands there, very confused by what the Queen has just said. He obviously does not understand the question, but I do.

"I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be," drones the Queen.

"Your Majesty, perhaps I may be of assistance," I cut in. "I am a Daughter of Eve, a girl. Edmund is a Son of Adam. We are human."

"Ah. I thank you, Daughter of Eve. Now, pray, tell me how you came to enter my dominions," she demands.

"Please, Your Royal Majesty, I came through a wardrobe," Edmund says. He's trying to suck up to the Queen, I can tell.

"A 'wardrobe?' What exactly do you mean?" the Queen asks. I guess they've never heard of proper furniture here.

"I-we just opened a door and found ourselves here," Ed tries to explain.

"Here in Narnia," I pipe up, clarifying that I am also present. The Queen's back is turned and she is muttering to herself. I only hear a few words.

"A door…to the world of men…heard…wreck…all…two…three others…be key…perish…"

I feel as if the woman will do something dreadful to us. But then she looks at us not as harshly as before. I decide that she is a fraud and I do not trust her one bit.

"My poor children," the Queen says in a very peculiar voice, "how cold you both look! Come sit with me on my sledge. I shall wrap my mantle around you both and we will talk."

While her back is turned, I side glance at Edmund and motion back to the lamp post. We need to get out of here.

He looks back at me, his eyes furious as if to say 'how dare you disobey a queen!'

The Queen sits back down on her seat.

I want to refuse her orders, but my stupid companion and enemy, Edmund, clamps his hand on my arm and drags me toward the sledge.

End of chapter three! Hope you enjoyed it! (:

It's so much fun writing about Henri and Ed's rivalry! What do you think will happen to them next? Will they become friends? Will Henri give Ed another black eye (which would be pretty awesome, just sayin'). Post your answer in the reviews!

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