Lucy's POV:

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and well-rested, but I was also worried for Elsa. I wasn't completely sold on her story last night, and I can tell that there's something that's really bothering her.

After getting changed, I exited my bedroom, making my way down the halls back toward Elsa's room. It was probably about nine in the morning, so I figured she would have been awake. I knocked on the door, calling for her to open it. After a few minutes of that, I decided that she was still asleep, and that I really didn't want to wake her up, considering she might have been up all night from nightmares, or she could have been stressing over just the one. Either way, I eventually decided to drop it and head down to the dining room for breakfast.

Breakfast was quiet that morning. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something wasn't right. Maybe it was because Susan wasn't there, or because Elsa still hadn't woken up yet. Perhaps it was both of those things. After all, Narnia did seem a great deal different now that Susan wasn't here with us. She probably never would be, ever again.

After breakfast, I hurriedly attempted to make my way up the stairs in the direction of mine and Elsa's rooms, but a hand was gently laid in my shoulder, stopping me.

"Lucy," I heard Peter say in a calming manner, "What's wrong?"

"It's Elsa," I replied, my voice cracking, "She's upset about something, I can tell, but you can't breathe a word of what I'm about to tell you to another living soul, especially not Elsa. I don't even think she wanted me to know."

And so, I told him about the events of the night before.

Elsa's POV:

I opened my eyes the next morning and immediately regretted doing so, as sunlight was pouring into my room so bright you would have thought I lived on the sun. Groaning, I laid on my stomach and threw my pillow over my head, blocking the majority of the light. I hadn't slept at all the night before. Instead I was up thinking about Jonas. And Peter. Gosh, what was I going to do? How did I even know if I still had romantic feelings for Jonas?

Finally deciding to get out of bed, I unwillingly threw the covers off of my freezing body and changed before heading downstairs to the thrown room, figuring it was already after breakfast. On my way down the stairs, I ran into Edmund.

"Hi, Elsa," he greeted cheerfully, "Are you alright? You slept all morning."

"I did?" I asked, he nodded, "Well, I guess that makes sense. I couldn't sleep last night. I'm surprised I actually fell asleep at all."

"Any particular reason?"

"No, I don't think so," I lied, "just one of those nights, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. I hope you can get some sleep tonight though," he smiled, making me feel a little bad that I had lied to him.

"Thanks," I replied, smiling back. With that, we both went our separate ways; I strode down the stairs while he made his way up them.

I encountered another of the Pevensie siblings when I entered the throne room.

Peter's POV:

I turned around just in time to see Elsa entering through the doorway.

"Morning, Peter," she grinned, approaching me.

"It's afternoon," I replied, letting myself smile a little as she blushed in embarrassment.

"Oops, I guess I forgot that. Edmund did say that I had slept all morning, I just thought he was messing with me."

"Elsa, what's wrong?" I queried.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you literally slept all morning, meaning that you didn't sleep at all last night, meaning something's bothering you."

"Nothing's bothering me, Peter," she defended, although I knew she wasn't being truthful with me. Even if Lucy hadn't explained last night's events to me, I would have been able to tell.

"You're lying to me."

She looked down at the ground, and suddenly became interested in playing with the skirt of her dress. "How did you know?"

"Your eyes flicker with guilt every time you lie."

"Really?" she asked, shocked, as she shot her head back up to look at me.

"Yes."

"No one's ever told me that before. I've always been a good lier."

"Maybe no one's ever noticed."

A small smile graced her lips, and she blushed, looking down at her hands before facing me again. "And why is it that you're the only one to have noticed this?"

"Maybe I know you better than you think I do."

"Oh really?" she asked teasingly, "Who's to say you know me better than any of my friends?"

"Well," I began, "Your childhood friends might have known you better than anyone back then, but I'm pretty sure I know you best now."

Her face seemed to go fearfully pale for a second when I mentioned her childhood friends, but it was gone before I had even finished my sentence. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Fine. I'm fine. Why do you ask?" she countered, but I knew something was up, because her eyes once again flickered with guilt as she let the lie roll off her tongue.

"Don't lie to me, Elsa. Tell me what's bothering you."

"I.... I can't. I'm sorry, Peter. I have to go," she stuttered, leaving the throne room as if she couldn't get out soon enough.

YAY!!!! I updated!!!! I probably wouldn't have gotten this finished today had it not been for the fact that I got sick and I'm staying home from school, given that it's, like, 11:30 am right now for me, so, hooray for catching a cold! Okay, that doesn't exactly sound like something to cheer about, but I mainly stayed home because I felt like crap yesterday and I didn't want to take my chances today and get everyone else sick, so I stayed home today. Luckily, I should be just fine tomorrow. All I have to do now is finish my homework.... *sighs* It's geometry. And it's from the textbook. Oh well. Wish me luck!

~Tiffani