𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍, peter pevensie ✓

eighteen.

18

I CAN EXPLAIN

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It was a strange feeling waking up. Alex's eyes fluttered open and she almost expected to find herself in the garden still or to see the world from the perspective of a frozen statue, but she didn't. The familiar walls filled her vision and cotton sheets felt soft under the touch of her fingers.

"When were you going to tell me?" the voice was loud and stern but more importantly that of Peter Pevensie, when Alex turned to see him sitting on the edge of her bed and she almost expected to see him looking softly at her but instead he was staring down at the floor, "I don't even know what is going on but regardless, you didn't tell me."

Beads of sweat dripped down the side of his temple and dampened his hair due to the intensity of the fire burning in her bedroom. She found multiple candles burning around her, he had even draped multiple blankets from his own room over her body as she slept to try and keep her warm. But none of it worked, if anything her lips only got darker in their shade of blue.

"Peter-" she spoke out and hid her wince of pain as she tried to move to see what he was looking at, with every move of her muscle she could feel them tightening, "I can explain."

"That would be nice!" he hissed out angrily and pointed to what he had in front of him, "At first it didn't make sense to me; I had seen your paintings and each were different. I realised that they all matched after a while, but these? These made no sense to me at all. At least not until I arranged them."

Alex peered over his shoulder as she crawled across the bed to see them all laying on the wooden floors. Each and every one of her newer, more frightening, paintings had been put into what could only be described as a puzzle. They lay next to each other in different sizes and rotations to quite literally make a bigger picture.

That of a blizzard.

His voice was much softer this time, dropping a few octaves as his fists were no longer clenched tightly, "Why would you keep something like this from me?"

"I didn't even know what was going on until it was too late," she confessed and pulled her stiffening body to sit next to him, her breath even froze in clouds still despite the heat of the room from the fire, "Aslan told me the day that I left that something was happening, I noticed how my hair was returning back to white, my sleep was filled with nightmares from what I had seen when I died on the battlefield. More importantly, I was becoming what I once was. I was emotionless, cruel, restless but more importantly cold. But then at the Ice Castle, I saw Tatiana in a vision, she told me that it was only a matter of time before I became a literal statue and I was trapped in my mind as the world around me would change."

Peter just dropped his head in both hands as an unknown expression covered his face that was soon to be hidden by his hands. "What can we do to stop it?"

Alex just sighed and adjusted how she sat, "Nothing as far as I am aware. I've spent the whole of my free time over the past year just looking for Aslan in hopes that he had found something to stop this. But I've had no luck."

"I mean, there has to be something that we can do, right?" he asked simply.

"Peter," she took his hands and rubbed a finger over his knuckle calmingly, "Can't we just wait until tomorrow to start worrying about this? I want to spend the night in your arms and watch the sky through the window like old times."

Peter shrugged her hands away and stood up abruptly, "No, Alex! We need to confront this now. We need to work to find a way to fix this before its too late-"