"There is a shard of Winter in your heart, Edmund Pevensie," Father Christmas told him, "and that is a wound that will never fully heal." Had Edmund not been quite so full of mulled wine, the cold star that winked in his chest at that moment might have chilled him to the bone; as it was, he shivered, even in his winter gear in the heated pavilion. "But scars ought to be borne honorably, and for you, Son of Adam, Winter is a very different thing than for the Witch."
And a bit later:
"She wanted to be Queen of Summer, if she could not keep Narnia frozen, but her heart was ice; she could not have ruled over Summer, not for long. And in truth, that is your sister's place."
Or basically, I could also title this, Tolkien + West in Narnia
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Date: 2011-02-14 23:45 (UTC)"There is a shard of Winter in your heart, Edmund Pevensie," Father Christmas told him, "and that is a wound that will never fully heal." Had Edmund not been quite so full of mulled wine, the cold star that winked in his chest at that moment might have chilled him to the bone; as it was, he shivered, even in his winter gear in the heated pavilion. "But scars ought to be borne honorably, and for you, Son of Adam, Winter is a very different thing than for the Witch."
And a bit later:
"She wanted to be Queen of Summer, if she could not keep Narnia frozen, but her heart was ice; she could not have ruled over Summer, not for long. And in truth, that is your sister's place."
Or basically, I could also title this, Tolkien + West in Narnia