Frozen Princess

Summary: Jadis has a daughter name Eirlys who she closes as her child and possible worse enemy. For the next hundred years, the two ruled Narnia in eternal winter. However, Eirlys doesn't follow in her mother's footsteps. What would happen when the Pevensies arrive in Narnia to fulfill the prophecy and kill Jadis? Will Eirlys follow in Jadis's footsteps or help defeat her?

Chapter 1: Frozen born

Jadis clenched her fist as the next contraction shot through her body. She ground her teeth, eyes shut tight and blowing deep breaths. Once the contraction passed, she sighed counting to the seconds until the next one came. A female black dwarf looked under a sheet evaluating how much the White Witches dilated to deliver.
The White Witch regretted in making that deal with a warlock. During her exile, she went to the far west searching for refuge. Her life has been ruined thanks to Aslan, Digory, Polly, and that blasted cabby driver. They just added more fuel to the fire since her sister, Dijana, betrayed her in Charn, convincing the citizens that she was dangerous. Jadis was the oldest, rightful ruler of Charn, but Dijana wanted to be queen too. None of the council members could resolve the tension that led to the war between sisters. Both Jadis and Dijana settled the score through war. Yet both made a promise that no magic would be prohibited during this confrontation. Jadis one for politics kept to her end of the bargain, yet Dijana was too clever to fall for simple. Instead, she used magic, enchanting her army's armor to be durable.

After three days of battle, Jadis was dragged into Charn defeated as Dijana stood by the through wearing their fathers crown. But Jadis will not tolerate such failure. So she cast the Deplorable Word, destroying all life on Charn! When realizing she had no one to serve her, Jadis cast a spell on herself until the time has come to rule again.
Another contraction jabbed Jadis that she gasped. The midwife dwarf told her she was almost there. Jadis took a deep breath, remembering how she became pregnant. This pregnancy was no ordinary childbirth. Nearly nine hundred years since living in Narnia, Jadis vowed to claim what is rightfully hers. Yet Aslan showed much power along with the silver apple tree, the Tree of Protection still stands so she could not return.

Throughout the years she lived in Wild Lands of the North, on the borders outside of the Western Wilds. Witches and Warlocks lived there, an exile from the heartland of Narnia or the world they originated. There was no leadership or any type of community. Every magical being fended for themselves, except kept truths to not harm one another unless in dire need. Alone, Jadis sat on the hills staring towards the east. A raven came by gossiping about a new heir of the King Franks legacy. A cabby, a servant's blood sitting on a throne. She clenched her fist, to her pale knuckles became whiter than bone while drawing blood from her palms.

"You shall damage such fair skin," a male voice announced.

Jadis looked up to see a warlock staring down at her. His name was Gethen, a warlock banished from his world called Laputa. She recalled seeing him around the village like a hermit. He hardly spoke to anyone. Mainly kept to himself. Gethen was a six-foot-tall man, with olive skin covered in tattoos of tribal roots, as black hair tied back. His eyes narrow and sharp, protecting silver eyes as if he was a blind man. Sharp facial features and muscular body was hidden under his tattered robes and chainmail. The warlock bowed to Jadis, to which she assumed he held the military background in addressing royalty. No other magical being showed courtesy of her being queen. All other witches and warlocks considered her the same rank, giving her no higher treatment. But now, Gethen is showing her the respect she deserved.

"What do you want?" she sneered.

"The question should be what do you want?" Gethen replied, taking a seat next to her.

Jadis huffed not replying to his response. Gethen chuckled staring out to the vast forest view of the Western Wild. Neither of them spoke for some time till the warlock spoke.

"There are rumors that the minotaurs and other creatures are revolting against Queen Swanwhite," Gethen announced.

"Is that so?" Jadis replied.

"Yes, apparently the queen doesn't like ugly things," Gethen said. "Let alone the aggressive behavior of minotaur or a dwarf's wit."

"Wouldn't be surprised if a civil war occurred." Jadis murmured.

"What if it actually did occur?" Gethen said.

"What are you suggesting, hermit?" Jadis asked.

Gethen smirked showing his pearly white teeth. He leaned closer to her ear, tucking her ash blond hair out of the way to whisper what he meant. How he has become associated with the revolting group in seeking of a witch who could help them. One who could lead them to victory! Jadis smirked liking the idea of war to claim what is rightfully hers. However, as long as the Tree of Protection still stands she was unable to step foot on Narnia.

"I shall take care of that, your grace," Gethen assured.

"Why should I trust you?" Jadis asked.

Gethen sighed, "I am dying. My magic is fading for this is not my home nor will it ever be. If I must die, then I want it to be serving a divine ruler. I shall give you three things before I pass in exchange for one you must do."

"And what are these obligations?" Jadis asked.

"I shall destroy the Tree of protection. Help you gain an army with the minotaurs and their allies. And last if not least, create you a powerful weapon." He listed.

"And in return?" Jadis continued, finding this too hard to be true.

"You bear me a child." He simply said.

Jadis emerald eyes widen to hear such a request. In Charn, people asked for money, property, justice, and pardons. Never have a favor requested a child. Gethen assured Jadis there shall be no intimacy unless she wanted too. He pulled out a small vial, inside was a black pearl. The warlock explained that this gem was his seed. All Jadis had to do was swallow it, and she shall become pregnant.

Outrage, Jadis stormed off calling the warlock mad before returning to her hut back in the village. Gethen sighed watching the sunset, letting Jadis think about it. About a week later did Jadis returned accepting the deal.

For the past decade, Jadis had an army defeating the Narnians. Gethen kept to his word, destroying the Tree of Protection. Once the silver apple tree was destroyed, he forged her a wand from his sword and her crown from Charn. A wand was so powerful that it can turn anything to stone. Next, Gethen and Jadis convinced the minotaurs in rebelling against the Kingdom of Narnia. Jadis promised their leader, Otmin, that the Minotaurs shall own their territory being part of her court, and most importantly, high ranking officials in her military. Otim liking the idea of being a general, accepted the offer along with other dark creatures.

During the war, Jadis grew powerful turning her enemies into stone. To make her enemies suffer, she cast a spell all over Narnia of eternal winter. Little did she know the more magic used from her wand her loyal vassal Gethen weakens? Until one day, after defeating the Narnians as those who served the Frank legacy hide and the monarchs died or exile Jadis requested for him. A dwarf fetched Gethen only to come back in horror saying the warlock was gone.

Furious, Jadis went to Gethen's chambers in her new castle she created out of stone and ice. Inside the warlock's chamber, she found the bed of pelts coved in soot as the clothes of the owner laid there arranged as if someone was sleeping. Coming over she investigated to see the ashes was Gethen. Unable to believe this, she ordered her guards to find him. Sadly after a days' worth of searching in the freshly coated winter, the warlock was nowhere to be seen. Jadis growled returning to her chambers where she found a note and the black pearl.

As Promised My Queen.

Realizing Gethen was genuinely dead she held the black pearl debating her options. Gethen helped her claim Narnia with little favors except for one. A decade of loyalty and success. Should she consume this seed to bear a child or not? Jadis considered not too, as she placed the gem back in the small vial and hid it.

However, after another decade, ten years of her reign her palace seemed lonely. Remembering Gethen for the first time in over a decade, she considered to keep to her promise and swallowed the pearl. She did not do this because she loved him, no there was no romance between them. She did this because she was obligated.
Now in present time after a year of this irritating pregnancy, the child was about to be born. The midwife told Jadis she can push now. And push so did she did. Two days of labor is enough pain she could tolerate. Time seemed to pass, as Jadis pushed for the final time feeling relieve come over her when delivering the child. The midwife collected the child taking it away from the queen to be cleaned. Jadis panted, lying on her bed waiting for the annoying sound of crying.

There were no sounds of crying.

Jadis paused as she sat up staring at the midwife dwarf whispering to another dwarf blocking the view of the baby. Initially, Jadis planned to send the baby to another country or elsewhere never wanting to be a mother. Or have competition. Although, as she sat there waiting... only silence engrossed the royal chambers. Why wasn't the baby crying? Was the baby dead?

A moment before Jadis could demand what is going on, the midwife return setting the baby who was swaddled in wool. At first, Jadis thought the baby was dead, but looking at the small being, its chest heaved up and down. Curious, she picked up the child analyzing the specimen. A girl. Jadis had given birth to a young healthy baby girl. Whose skin was white as snow, hair as ebony, and quiet as the night. The offspring was a good mix of her parents. For when she opened her eyes, they were green as her mothers.
Something happened afterward. Jadis held the child as if looking at a dear old friend. It was the bond she dreaded, no wait, feared. One that would never let her go of this offspring. Yet as she gazed at the silent babe, it was impossible to give her away.

"I shall call you Eirlys." Jadis murmured to the child. "My snowdrop."

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Over the years Jadis has kept Eirlys hidden from the outside world. The frozen princess never went outside the palace walls. In the beginning, it was understandable to keep Eirlys healthy. As the child grew up in her infancy and toddler years in her chambers with a nanny of a black dwarf. Only one year since Eirlys was born did Jadis stayed close to breastfeed. But once Eirlys no longer needed her mother's milk did Jadis went back to her solitary lifestyle.

On occasion, Jadis would check on Eirlys during the princess slumbers or rare dinners. Eirlys kept quiet on these appointed meetings. Maintaining manners and treat Jadis as a queen and not her mother. The nannies taught her well. Never in her life had the girl wailed like a brat to which Jadis appreciated. When crossing each other, the princess would stop and bow never giving eye contact. She doesn't speak unless spoken to by Jadis. No adventurous behaviors except in her chambers and no sneaking off in the halls without an escort.

The White Witch's subject kept guard of Eirlys. Made sure nothing happened to the princess but kept themselves at a distant and most importantly out of trouble. By sheer luck, the girl doesn't quiver at the sight of minotaurs, minoboar, werewolf, hags, dwarves, goblins, wolves, practically any creature that served under Jadis. Though, it was amusing when the child was petrified from the sight of a centaur before he was executed into stone.

As the years go by, Jadis waltz around her stone garden of traitors. It was the early morning of winter as fresh snow began to fall covering the statues in a blanket of white snow. Jadis continued to walk along her garden still stopping at a bench finding her six-year-old daughter standing on top arms out, head tilted back and staring at the sky. The princess had her mouth open trying to eat the snowflakes. Jadis found this amusing, until going back to her cold self.

"What on earth are you doing?" Jadis yelled.

Eirlys gasped falling off the bench into a pile of snow. Startled, she came around and bow in front of her mother. "Forgive me."

Jadis paused staring at the little girl. "What were you doing, Eirlys?"

Eirlys stood up looking at her mother shyly. "Catching snowflakes."

"Speak louder," Jadis demanded.

"Catching Snowflakes, your majesty," Eirlys repeated loudly but not too loud.

Jadis nodded, looking around making sure no one was around to see what she was about to do. She knelt down to the girl's level grabbing her hand roughly. Eirlys winced thinking she was going to be punished. Instead, Jadis held her hand to be wide open creating a surface for the snowflakes to fall upon. Two snowflakes landed on the princess's hand. Before Eirlys could see the intricate details, they had melted.

"Bye-bye," the girl whispered.

"Warmth melts them away," Jadis explained as she laid her hand out for snowflakes to land. However, the snowflakes didn't melt. "Only those with a cold heart can make them stay."

"They're pretty," Eirlys complimented.

Jadis gave a rare sincere smile, "Yes, they are."

Eirlys placed her hand on Jadis. The White Witch looked up staring at the girl curious in what she would say. Jadis would not say it, but being with her daughter made her feel relaxed. The innocence so refreshing, it made the darkness inside her soul quiver. Yet Jadis reminded herself not to be fully attached to Eirlys. The girl was nothing but a promise. A pawn that of her father.

"Can we build a snowman?" Eirlys asked.

Jadis eyes widen remembering how Dijana would ask that. Not wanting to go through memory, Jadis stood up turning around to leave the child. But before she left, she called at the top of her lungs for Ginarrbrik. A young dwarf came rushing in wearing a fur coat and red winter hat.

Ginarrbrik bowed before Jadis, "You called, your majesty?"

"Help Princess Eirlys build a snow man," Jadis ordered. "Afterwards escort her to her chambers."

"As you command, your majesty," Ginarrbrik replied,

Jadis nodded leaving the two as she returned to her chambers. Unable to stop this feeling, she went towards the balcony to watch Eirlys make a snowman with Ginarrbrik. The girl giggled at the fail attempt of the dwarf's craftsmanship in creating a snowball. Ginarrbrik grumbled to impress the princess.

Watching the event, Jadis knew she cannot love the child like any mother. This child was not conceived out of love. Like Narnia itself, Eirlys was born from magic: born from three species of jinn, giant, and witch. Powerful yet naïve at the moment. Though Jadis feared one day, this child would overthrow her. Although, if she kept teaching Eirlys in her ways and place, the girl might be the perfect heir to the throne once the queen died of old age. And that won't happen for very, very, long time.

An idea that came to mind that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Hope you guys enjoyed this.

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