Lucy hadn’t left her room all morning - morning had barely started to be fair, but she’d been up since half past four. She’d been contemplating how she was going to get Jadis to meet them without outing whoever she’d manipulated. She couldn’t do that to the person. Lucy couldn’t stomach the idea of it - it had been so hard on Edmund and she knew part of him still carried all of that and she wasn’t going to doom another person to that without their explicit and full consent. So Lucy had hatched a plan. It was, well, Edmund was going to be so cross with her but to be fair - she’d asked Jacen to go with her, he had a way with animals and happened to be a Jedi so it wasn’t as if she was going in entirely without any help.
She curled up into the chair that sat at her vanity and breathed out slowly, finishing her coffee off before she put it down and leaned forward, singing the bottom of the letter she’d written. Well, it was more of a note than a letter - but that was mere semantics at this point. She dressed for the weather, she wasn’t going to be caught off guard in the cold and snow. Ever.
She met Jacen and the two of them headed off. Once she’d reached the area that Frost had reported the wolves being frozen she left Jacen at its edge to stand watch. Lucy found everything going on fairly… unnerving. The thing was, however, that you would be hard pressed to find someone with a stronger sense of determination, purpose, and faith in her decisions than Lucy Pevensie.
Wandering a short way into the woods she found the first wolf, she’d heard through the grapevine that Frost has said popsicled and she well, it certainly seemed accurate.
“I know you’re here.” Lucy said, straightening her posture as she folded her arms over her chest. A group of three snarling wolves slunk out of the trees towards her. “The littlest queen.” The pack leader snarled as if it was a laugh and Lucy let out a strong breath. “I don’t know how she’s made it so you can cross the barrier, but this is for her.” Producing the letter, she held it out - the wolf grabbed it with a snap and she took a step back.
Continuing to step back slowly, “Well, that certainly concludes out-” The wolves snarled in unison. “You won’t win this time, there’s no faith here.” They weren’t… wrong, religion had largely gone out of vogue by this century, Lucy tried to think not too much about it. “Revenge is always best cold.” Another of the wolves said before the turned, disappearing back into the woods and Lucy let out another breath she’d been holding deep inside her chest.
Edmund was going to be quite cross when she got back to the house.