The first time Edmund awoke, it was while screaming. He had just dreamed of cold hands and Turkish Delights, things that he revolted. His abdomen throbbed as he sobbed in pain, clawing at the material of his shirt.

Strong hands pulled his own away before any more damage could be done and he fought against it as more hands held him down. He could hear people saying things but it was all muffled. It was as if a heavy blanket was smothering him. A cold rag was placed to his forehead and he screamed again, bucking from underneath as he tried to flee.

Edmund he froze. That voice. He knew that voice.

Suddenly a new coldness began to seep into his body but he didn't reject it because it felt...warm? Confusion clouded his subconsciousness as he struggled to understand this new feeling. As the cold stretched out to the tips of his toes, he had a vision of gently falling snowflakes and a light grey eyes that had a tinge of blue and green.

The vision was fleeting and he felt like he was being yanked out of the unconscious state, as if he was being pulled out of water at a fast rate. His eyes snapped open and everything was so bright he had to close them shut again. As he slowly drifted between the realm of consciousness and unconsciousness he still vividly remembered the fleetingly vision he had had.

He was positive it was her.

The second time he woke, someone was sleeping beside him. For a moment he didn't understand, snuggling closer in search of warmth. Then he felt skin as cold as ice.

He jerked so hard, he toppled out of the bed. The noise awoke the other occupant who was on the alert, searching for danger only to find Edmund groaning on the floor in pain.

Rubbing the back of his head from where it had landed on the floor, he looked up to see the person at fault for his awakening.

The heir was staring at him with surprised eyes from her standing position by the bed. He was surprised to see her dressed in floor length dress the color of light blue. Then he looked at her eyes and he felt his breath catch.

Before they had been a pitch black, but now they were bleeding out into a greyish color. They were still piercing and cold as before but there was something else to them that made him feel warm inside.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" her tone was soft and it Edmund almost thought that this was a different person "but you touched me first so it's your fault". With that, she turned away and laid back down on the bed.

Edmund just stared in shock, trying to comprehend everything when something pecked his ear. Wincing he swatted his hand and a little wren made of ice flew in front of his face. It flew in close before moving away to land on the window, giving him what he thought was an evil eye.

The heir remained unmoving as Edmund stood. As he wondered what he was suppose to do, the female suddenly turned over. The new color of her eyes bored into him, as if asking him what he was doing.

Edmund didn't know why but he felt a pull towards the female, drawing him closer til he was standing along the side she occupied. A flash of uncertainty crossed grey orbs that made Edmund come back to reality, remembering that this person wanted him dead.

"Why are you in my room?" he knew he should feel scared or should be running out to find help but he felt a sudden sense of calm. It was as if the female wasn't a threat at all. That all the things she had done before had been done by someone else.

Thoughts similar to his own seemed to running through her mind "You were in pain-and-I" she sat up, shaking her head as if trying to sort her thoughts.

Edmund stared in confusion before memories flooded back to him. His hands flew to the wound that had been causing him pain on instinct, as if he expected it to begin torturing him again.

Thankfully it remained painless as the heir combed a hand through her hair in frustration, making it turn into a bird's nest. Edmund couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips at the pouty look the female was giving. It reminded him of when Lucy never got her way.

Feeling slightly guilty for being making her feel as such, he raised his hands in front of him "ah, it's okay. You don't have to explain yourself" she frowned at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion "in all honesty, I'm thankful that you helped me" he was able to stop himself from adding 'even though you are trying to kill me'.

It seemed it did not go unnoticed as the heir groaned in frustration, a grimace twisting her features. Edmund couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter. Perhaps he was losing his mind but he couldn't help how cute the heir looked in that moment.

The sunlight illuminating her being, creating a makeshift halo around her. Her once brushed hair was now a tangled mess and the face she made was more cute than ugly. The happiness that was bubbling within him brought tears to his eyes.

When he managed to get ahold of himself, he found that the female was giving him an unimpressed look. It was then did he think that he may have offended her.

Before he could apologize she spoke instead "I honestly don't understand any of this anymore." If Edmund didn't know any better, he would have said that she was confessing to him.

But before he could ask, the door to his room burst open. Peter looked more relaxed then Edmund would have thought he would be. The mighty king came to stand on the other side of the bed, a relieved smile gracing his features in his brother's direction before turning towards the heir.

Instead of turning angry or shouting for guards as Edmund expected, his brother gave the girl a kind smile "So how does it feel?"

"It's beautiful but something I would not wear. It restricts movement" the heir said with a dismayed shake of her head.

Peter let out an easy laugh "I thought as much. Even Lucy sometimes dislikes them as she cannot run around as much as she wants to"

"She is still young, it is to be expected"

"Quite true" Edmund felt his head was going to explode from the cryptic messages, unable to grasp what they were talking about. And quite frankly, he was getting annoyed.

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" the outburst caused the two to look at him, as if only realizing he was there.

The heir didn't seem to be as lost as his brother for she answered first "This dress, it doesn't suit me at all. To formal and restricting of movement."

Edmund growled in frustration, not pleased with this sudden development. You were unconscious for a long time, many things have happened since then.

Blinking he turned to look at the female who had returned to conversing to Peter about getting a different attire. He could have sworn that is was the female's voice he had heard.

Still stuck in his thoughts, he didn't notice his brother had been speaking to him til he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Nearly jumping into the air, Edmund gave an accusing look at his brother who managed to look sheepish. "How about we get some food into you? We can also bring you up to speed."

A small figure walked slowly through ice made hallways. The female wore barely any clothes, a simple white dress that hung with shredded ends. One hand was trailing along beside her, feeling the wall as she walked.

The girl paused, turning her head back and forth as if trying to hear something. Her icy blue eyes, so light they were almost white. A tremble ran through the hallway before apart of the ice wall slid into the ground to her left.

Detaching herself from the opposite wall, she made her way into the new room. Upon entering, she paused and looked down, carefully stepping around the ice shards that lay scattered throughout the large carven. This had been the holding chamber of the heir.

Finally making it to the center of the room, the female bent down picking up a single shard. It looked like the rest, just fitting into the palm of her hand and cold to the touch. She examined it, tilting it to the left then the right before bringing it up to her mouth to lick it.

Shaking her head at the cold smooth texture, the female gently blew air onto the shard. As she blew, small blue snowflakes spewed out of her mouth. They circled the shard as it began to shift. First a head, then a small body and long tail.

Raising her other hand, she stroked the ice mouse head as the little creature let out a squeak. It looked at her with it's beady eyes, blue to blue before it let out another squeak. Jumping out of her palm, she watched as it ran to the far corner of the room before slipping in between a hidden crack in the wall.

Off to find her sister.