Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia or anything that goes along with it. :( I only own Alexandra. Don't sue.

A/N: As I was putting off my inevitable math homework, I began wondering about the black and white of the world of Narnia. What if everything that we view as black, was white? And consequently, the white was black? This is what happened. (To all you White Witch haters: I'm not saying she's a good person, so please don't kill me.)

Enjoy!

Narnia's Winter, Chapter One – Narnia's Winter

Dusk settled in. My green eyes scanned the forest, calculating. My limbs were poised for the precise moment to strike. I smirked to myself. He won't get away this time… I scanned the woods again. Aha! My legs coiled like a spring as I pounced, claws extended, ready to attack. Unfortunately my opponent was ready for me and we tumbled to the ground in a heap of fur and limbs.

Rolling myself out of the snow, I managed to glimpse the smirking face of Maugrim.

"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to beat me, Princess," he mocked, circling me.

Great. I was in for it. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I listened to his lecture. Something about… covering my tracks and refining my pounce, was it?

"Alexandra!" The harsh voice of Maugrim jolted me back to the present. "You must listen to what I am telling you! How do you think the Queen will react if she realizes you are still incompetent at your attacks?"

"But you're the best of the pack!" I whined, morphing back into my human form and shaking the snow off my white fur coat. Maugrim growled again. I automatically lifted up my hands in self-defense. "Alright, alright, I'll work on it."

The wolf nodded, satisfied. "You'd better." He began padding away before turning back to look at me. "Oh, and wipe that chocolate off your mouth, it's very unbecoming for the next queen of Narnia."

I swiped at my mouth as my eyes widened and my face turned red in embarrassment. Damn. He caught me. Time to hide my chocolate stores.

I yelped and took off after the stubborn wolf, much slower now that I was on two feet instead of four. Oh, I still had so much practice to do.

…

I stumbled in, gasping, after a laughing Maugrim. My mother took one look at me and calmly pointed to the hallway leading to my chambers with the look on her face clearly saying, I do not wish to know. Clean up, this is not suitable behavior for a lady.

She glanced at Maugrim. "I will be speaking with you shortly."

I shot my wolf companion an uneasy glance, and quickly vanished from the room. After counting five doors on the left, I reached my destination. Pushing the door open quietly, I was welcomed by a rush of heat from the chamber within. Sighing, I closed the door behind me and dropped my fur coat on the chair and collapsed on my bed.

My room was, perhaps, the only warm place in the castle; even the library too was cold. Since I technically wasn't witch or animal, but, ironically, completely human, I needed the warmth for survival. Consequently my apartments housed the only fireplace in the whole building.

I kicked off my shoes and buried my face in the soft fur blankets on my bed. They, like the rest of my room, were white. There were several splashes of blue here and there, but mostly the room was composed of white oak and fur. Sighing contentedly, I let myself drift into a tired sleep.

…

My eyes fluttered open and I sat up with a groan. Apparently, I had forgotten to pull the curtains shut. Again. Not particularly pleased with this development, I rubbed my eyes tiredly and hauled myself out of bed. After I had sluggishly pulled on my clothes – a new set of fur boots, pants, tunic, and a warm winter cloak – I trudged down to the dining hall, hoping I could still have some warm breakfast.

Luckily I made it there in time, and a Black Dwarf named Robinchook greeted me gruffly before sliding a bowl of steaming porridge in front of my nose. Now, I'm not normally a porridge fan, but all things considered, I was the only human living in the castle. Normal food was relative. I gave a sleepy nod to the dwarf, who smirked, and began eating.

After gulping down about three cups of scalding hot tea, I was more fully awake. Blasted mornings. I made my way to the throne room, partly to speak to my mother, and partly to check up on Maugrim. Even though he was a wolf and head of the secret police, the two of us were close. He looked out for me with a protectiveness akin to that of an older brother. I had, of course, tried to tell him that "I'm sixteen and can take care of myself, thank you," on countless occasions, but the stubborn canine would just not listen.

Pushing open the large doors of the throne room with my now gloved hands, I noticed my mother sitting in her throne as regally as ever, but my wolf companion was nowhere to be found.

"Morning, mother," I told her. "Have you seen Maugrim?"

Jadis turned towards me. "Good morning to you too, my daughter. Maugrim is simply on patrol. Why do you ask?" She raised a pale eyebrow at that last statement.

"Oh. Um," I bit my lip. "He was, erm, supposed to teach me how to attack…? Again?"

The queen closed here eyes, sighing through her nose. "Alexandra, how many times do I have to tell you, you simply must learn to defend yourself. While my power remains strong, the wood is not safe as of late."

I snorted under my breath. "Yeah, who'll attack me? The birds?"

I could tell Jadis heard by the dark glare she sent me. "This is not a time for humor, Alexandra. You are almost seventeen, and when my magic wanes and I pass, you must be able to lead this country in my stead."

"Eh… Shouldn't I be learning diplomacy then, or something?"

Her black eyes flashed. "You must be able to fulfill the duty of the secret police, if need be."

I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her. "Fine. I'll just go.., practice or something." I left.

…

The next few days passed in an ordinary fashion – get up, train, read, play with wolf cubs, read, patrol the forest at dusk (or try to), dine with my mother, study diplomacy (which I did in private or with Maugrim because I didn't think that my mother would approve – I'm surprised we even had the appropriate books in the library), draw, and go to bed. Northing out of the ordinary, really. Well, if by ordinary you mean being the daughter of the White Witch and next in line for the throne, of course.

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