I relish in the wonder that is the cold.

Let the ice build. Let the world grow still. There is power in this.

These curses, as far as I have seen, has had no ability to change anything for more than a few days. Paltry magic.

And do not deny my power.




[ooc: someone got all magical again. Her army is facing down the Pevensies muahahaha]

I've seen lands far larger in scope and beauty and yet there is something about this place that is uniquely suited to me. A field of snow. A place where winter rules. A kind of haven.

Peter, dear? Susan, darling? Won't you join me for tea? Since we all have something in common, it seems. A place we wish to return to, and a lion who has told us no.