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They say the Pevensies weren't four when they came to Narnia -- or if they were, the second sister died in Winter's last gasp. They say the younger queen is a construct of snow sculpted by the Witch and slipped in as a spy, that the prophecy of four thrones has yet to be fulfilled, that the false queen is merely biding her time until she can summon her maker once more.
Edith Pevensie sits in her chambers in Cair Paravel, a mirror of ice in her hands, and laughs as the rumors spread, and split, and recombine; what does it matter that this body was spun from snow by her murderer's hands, when the Lion rescued her soul and gave her a second chance at life, and her family welcomed her home?