Elsa's POV:

Later that day, I retreated to my room, laying on my bed and immediately falling asleep.

"Jonas?"

"Elsa! It is you!" he exclaimed, walking towards me. I backed away.

"You.... You should be dead."

"Yeah, about that-"

"If you've been alive all this time, why haven't I sen you before now? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Elsa, you have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't."

"Why? Why couldn't you tell me? What could've possibly happened to make you not want to tell me?"

"It's him. He wouldn't let me tell you, but Elsa, I swear-"

"Him?! Who is him?! Why wouldn't he let you tell me?"

"I can't tell you, but-"

"What's going on, Jonas?"

"I can't tell you, but, Elsa, please, you just have to trust me. Please," he begged, looking at me with pleading eyes, hoping that I would trust him.

And the thing was, I wanted to. I genuinely wanted to. But I knew I couldn't. He had kept all these things from me for years, too many to count, and he expected me to trust him? There was no way I would be doing that anytime soon. I mean, who knew how long he had been keeping this in? He could've had all these secrets even before he disappeared all those years ago. That could have been the reason why he left. Needless to say, I wasn't ready to trust him. Not yet.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally replied. "I'm sorry, Jonas, I can't. I just can't."

I turned around and ran back to Cair Paravel, tears building up in my eyes. In the distance, I could faintly hear Jonas calling for me to come back.

My eyes shot open immediately after the dream ended. It had been an exact recount of that day. And it terrified me. It scared me to death to know that Jonas was still alive, but wouldn't tell me anything. It horrified me that there was a man out there that I probably didn't know, but somehow knew me, and he was forcing Jonas not to tell me these things.

Eventually my emotions got the best of me, and I began to cry, and the crying turned into full-on sobbing. By now I was crying do hard that I could barely breathe, causing my sobs (at this point muffeled by my pillow) to come out louder than I had wanted. My only hope was that it didn't wake anyone and attract their attention.

Unfortunately, my hopes were crushed when I heard the padding of feet down the hallway toward my room, and then a soft knock on my door.

"Elsa?"

I sniffled, wiping my eyes as I got up from my bed and opened the door. The pure, innocent face of Lucy Pevensie stared up at me, wide eyes and all.

"Elsa, what's wrong? Why have you been crying?"

I suddenly became aware that my eyes were most likely red and puffy, as well as the rest of my face, so there was no lying to Lucy by saying that I hadn't been crying. So, I replied with the best answer I could come up with at such short notice, not to mention that it was the middle of the night and my eyes were just barely staying open, while my tired body was screaming at me to get back into bed and fall back to sleep.

"It's nothing really, Lucy, just had a bad dream. It got to me at first, but as of right now I can't even remember what it was about," I nervously laughed, hoping she wouldn't be able to see the truth in what I had told her. Of course, it was mostly true, except for the fact that I hadn't forgotten the dream, let alone what it was about.

"Alright, but if you remember and you want to talk about it, let me know."

She gave me a quick hug, leaving nearly as quietly as she came. When I saw her close the door to her own room behind her, I softly closed mine, leaning my back against it and sinking to the floor, returning to my sobs. The problem was, it wasn't what had happened between Jonas and I today that caused this; it was what had happened thousands of Narnian years ago.

I had loved him as more than a friend then, and I wasn't sure if I still felt the same way now. What was I going to do?

I'm back!!!! Sorry i haven't updated in a little while. That seems to be happening a lot with me lately, doesn't it? It's just that my cousin and his fiance just had a baby, and I've just started high school, so the homework has been pilled up, and I haven't gotten too much time to myself in the afternoons and at night, so I haven't had much time to get a good amont of writing done. In fact I just finished my homework about an hour ago, and I'm about to go to bed now. Anyway, the good thing is that I updated, right? So do me a favor and coment your thoughts on the chapter! Oh, and, uh, it wouldn't hurt to press that vote button either, would it? Thanks a bunch, my fellow Narnians!

~Tiffani