Elsa's POV

As I stood over my father's frozen, bloody body, I couldn't help but feel a little remorse. I also felt pretty sick to my stomach at the unusual, gruesome sight. I gripped the staff to tightly to keep calm that my fingers were beginning to turn red, and I had to take deep breaths to keep from passing out. Unfortunately, this didn't work, because seconds later, I felt myself falling to the floor and hitting the ground before my world went black.

Peter's POV

When I saw Elsa fall, my stomach dropped. It reminded me of when I thought she had died, and I became worried for her life.

"Elsa!" I cried, rushing over to her side. She didn't appear to have any injuries, but when I felt her pulse, it was clear her heartbeat was at an unnaturally rapid pace.

"Is she alright?" Lucy asked softly, kneeling down beside me.

"Her pulse is too fast," I replied nervously.

Lucy gently took her wrist and felt her pulse. "It is, but I can feel it going down," she reassures me. I let out a large sigh of relief.

"Um, guys?" I heard Eustace say shakily, "What's happening?"

Lucy and I turned around to see everyone else standing in the midst of all the dead minotaurs and wolves, but something was obviously wrong. The dead bodies were still there, but they were all emitting some kind of shimmery dust that floated up into the sky. The more dust that floated away, the more the bodies would disappear, like they were never really there in the first place. Eventually, Elsa's father's body followed suit.

"Magic," Lucy murmured.

"They weren't real," Edmund added in the same soft, yet awestruck tone.

"I thought there was something off about them," Jill stated.

"Yes," I started, "But Elsa's father seemed much more real than the others."

"Maybe it's because he was killed with magic," Rilian suggested. We all nodded in agreement.

"We should probably get out of here," I said.

"There are some horses in the back," Jonas informed us.

"Alright," Ed sighed, "Let's get going."

We got on the horses and rode out of Tashbaan, Elsa riding with me, still unconscious. It felt like we rode across the desert in no time, especially considering the sun was just beginning to set. I knew Aslan was helping us, because it normally takes quite a few days to travel over to Archenland.

When we arrived at Cair Paravel, the sun had nearly disappeared from the horizon. When we got inside, I carried Elsa up to her room and laid her down in her bed. As I was reaching for the doorknob to leave, I heard Elsa's quiet whisper behind me.

"Peter."

I turned back around, quickly making my way back over to her. I sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand.

"Hey," I greeted her warmly.

"Peter," she repeated, "What have I done?"

"What do you mean?"

"I killed my own father, Peter. How could I be so heartless?" Worry and terror were etched on her face, clear as crystal. "I'm turning into my mother."

"Elsa, no, don't say that. You are the exact opposite of your mother. How else would I have fallen in love with you?"

"No, Peter, you don't understand," she began, "I wanted so badly to kill him, to rid him from my life forever, and then when I did...." she trailed off, and I could see the tears flowing freely from her eyes.

I laid down beside her, wiping away her tears. "Elsa, I know it must hurt, but you have to remember why you killed him. We all would've died if you hadn't done it."

She nodded in response, but continued to cry. I pulled her close and wrapped one arm around her waist, stroking her hair with my free hand. I figured it would be better to let her get all her emotions out before trying to calm her of the subject.

Elsa's POV

I woke up in the morning to darkness, and I was lying against something hard. Then, I opened my eyes and saw it was Peter's chest. I realized that we must have fallen asleep when he was trying to comfort me the night before. I pulled myself closer to him, and felt him tighten his arms around my waist in response. I smiled and drifted back to sleep.

"Hello, sweetheart," he sneered, his sadistic grin filling my line of sight.

"No, no, this isn't possible," I utter nervously, "You're-"

"Dead?" he interrupted, "Guess again."

"And he's not the only one," I heard a voice snicker from behind me. I turned around to see Jadis standing before me.

"No. This isn't happening."

"Oh, baby," Jadis jeered, "but it is."

"Don't you dare call me that!" I shouted.

"We'll call you whatever we want," my 'father' replied, "We're the only people you have left."

"That's not true. I have the Pevensie's, Eustace, Jill, Rilian, and Jonas."

"Guess again," Jadis countered.

"What do you mean?"

"Follow us," the man instructed. I did so for a reason I couldn't understand.

They led me to Jadis' palace, which honestly shouldn't be there, considering it was destroyed. They took me to the room where Jadis would keep everyone whom she turned into a statue, but it only held seven statues: Rilian, Jill, Eustace, Jonas, Edmund, Lucy, and Peter.

"What have you done?!" I asked, horrified.

"Jadis did to them what she's about to do to you," the man, who's name I never knew, answered.

"No," I whimpered, as Jadis held her staff towards me.

"NO!" I screamed, sitting up in bed with a jolt, tears already streaming down my face.

Peter woke up as well, sitting up beside me. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Without a word, I broke down for the third time in the past 24 hours, allowing Peter to comfort me once again. I had a feeling my parents would be haunting me for a long time.

Once I calmed down, I told Peter about my nightmare, then did a little more crying before I was positive I couldn't cry another day in my life.

"Peter," I whispered, "I don't think that's the last time I'll see them."

He nodded. "Okay, but when they come back, I'll be right here."

"Okay."

The next moment, there was a knock at the door, and footsteps were heard running down the hallway. "Everybody up! Aslan's here!" Jill's voice yelled.

"Come on," Peter pressed as he stood up from my bed, reaching a hand out for me, which I gladly took. We left the room and followed everyone else through the hallway and down the stairs to find Aslan in the ballroom. The eight of us lined up side-by-side and kneeled before the Great Lion himself.

"Greetings, children," Aslan began, "You have done well." Then, he turned to me and said, "Especially you, Elsa."

I beamed. "Thank you, Aslan."

"I believe there is only one thing left to discuss. Your journey home."

We all looked up, as if expecting that the Pevensie's, Eustace, and Jill should have been able to stay forever, even though we knew this would have come up eventually. Peter was going to be leaving me again.

I FEEL LIKE THIS CHAPTER IS TOO SHORT!!!!

Either way, I hope you all enjoyed it! The end is near for this particular book, but I assure you, the series is nowhere close to being finished. I am currently listening to Carrie Underwood Greatest Hits: Decade One and I am LOVING IT! Back to the topic at hand, after that random interruption. This chapter is dedicated to BeatriceIsDauntless for the wonderful complement she left in the comments last chapter. I'll update again ASAP, but no guarantees as to when.

~Tiffani

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