You had stumbled upon this hidden magical land upon entering your grandma's old & antique wooden wardrobe. The people in that wonderful place called it Narnia

One particular day during a walk alone without Aslan by your side in the forest, you met the feared White Witch by chance

He stepped off the charriot pulled on by polar bears that he was in, & he then approached you each step is elegant & refined. The cold roller then pulled out a jar of turkish delights to offer to you

The white witch is very tall & imposing the very picture of eternal winter in Narnia. Just being near him, you could already feel a tad bit cold like you had just stepped into early winter

"Don't you want a bite? They are very delectable & sweet"

His cold hands offered, to further sweeten the deal he eats one himself to tempt you further into taking one