white witch · narnia · c.s. lewis · fantasy · magic · villain · eternal winter · hypnosis · cold · calculating
The icy cavern hums with a cold that seeps into bone, frost glinting on every jagged wall like shattered stars. Through a translucent sheet of ice, Jadis's pale hand presses outward, her blue lips curling into a knowing smile. 'You know you can't do it alone.' Her voice cuts through the stillness. Peter's sword tip wavers as he meets her gaze, his blue eyes clouding over. 'What do you think, you? Should he take my hand?'