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gmtaslashTitle: Winter
Author:gmtaslash
Fandom: Narnia
Rating: G. Oh, probably a bit spoilery for The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and Prince Caspian (books and movies)
Summary: One of those fics that just turned up and started nomming on Trojie's brain while she was trying to do something else. Was meant to be a drabble but refused to shorten up. Most stubborn story she's ever written. Edmund-centric, as usual, and also as usual ends up playing with the Edmund/Peter dynamic. The SIBLING dynamic, thankyouverymuch, do we look like incestshippers?
If Lucy is vibrant Spring, and Peter is glorious Summer, and Susan is sad but beautiful Autumn, Edmund knows that he is Winter. Winter is almost a bad word in Narnia, and when the poets seek to compare their four monarchs to the seasons of the year, they mysteriously stop after Summer, and shuffle their feet, and find some other metaphor.
But Winter has left her mark on Edmund, and try as he might he cannot change that. He is who he is; he is just, and fair, he is a thinker and a planner, he is Peter's right hand and also his opposite. They call him strategic; he knows they mean calculating. They call him driven; he knows they mean cold.
Cold as ice. Cold as Winter. Cold as charity. It was ice bewitched that tempted him; it was Winter's queen that seduced him; it was calculated charity that saved him. Aslan told him that day that his sins were forgiven; Edmund cannot forget that Aslan needed him in order to triumph.
Edmund broke the sceptre of Winter once, banished the Witch from Narnia, let Summer reign once more.
When they returned to battle for freedom and for Narnia a second time, old enemies would have brought Winter back. Summer found itself bewitched; it was Edmund who broke her frost-rimed hold on his brother.
It seems like Summer cannot keep itself from the frost without help.
It seems like Winter's hold on Edmund will never loosen.
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gmtaslashFandom: Narnia
Rating: G. Oh, probably a bit spoilery for The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and Prince Caspian (books and movies)
Summary: One of those fics that just turned up and started nomming on Trojie's brain while she was trying to do something else. Was meant to be a drabble but refused to shorten up. Most stubborn story she's ever written. Edmund-centric, as usual, and also as usual ends up playing with the Edmund/Peter dynamic. The SIBLING dynamic, thankyouverymuch, do we look like incestshippers?
If Lucy is vibrant Spring, and Peter is glorious Summer, and Susan is sad but beautiful Autumn, Edmund knows that he is Winter. Winter is almost a bad word in Narnia, and when the poets seek to compare their four monarchs to the seasons of the year, they mysteriously stop after Summer, and shuffle their feet, and find some other metaphor.
But Winter has left her mark on Edmund, and try as he might he cannot change that. He is who he is; he is just, and fair, he is a thinker and a planner, he is Peter's right hand and also his opposite. They call him strategic; he knows they mean calculating. They call him driven; he knows they mean cold.
Cold as ice. Cold as Winter. Cold as charity. It was ice bewitched that tempted him; it was Winter's queen that seduced him; it was calculated charity that saved him. Aslan told him that day that his sins were forgiven; Edmund cannot forget that Aslan needed him in order to triumph.
Edmund broke the sceptre of Winter once, banished the Witch from Narnia, let Summer reign once more.
When they returned to battle for freedom and for Narnia a second time, old enemies would have brought Winter back. Summer found itself bewitched; it was Edmund who broke her frost-rimed hold on his brother.
It seems like Summer cannot keep itself from the frost without help.
It seems like Winter's hold on Edmund will never loosen.
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Date: 2008-08-17 07:16 am (UTC)When the poets seek to compare their four monarchs to the seasons of the year, they mysteriously stop after Summer, and shuffle their feet, and find some other metaphor - well, it's not like they'll be turned to stone if they upset the monarchs, is it? (I can't believe that I didn't pick up on the four seasons/four siblings dynamic until I read this. I fail at symbolism.)
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Date: 2008-08-17 07:38 am (UTC)I only got the symbolism *while* writing the fic; I wrote it because I suddenly realised how much the ice thing threads through Edmund's history, and then it all sort of fell into place.
I suspect that between them, Edmund and Lucy actually ran the Kingdom.