The rest of the day seemed to drag after the predicament. Lucy didn't talk to anyone but Hannah. She couldn't look them in the eye, not even during supper. It was like their fantasy separated them from their sibling's reality. This caused her to question sometimes whether or not Narnia was something they really did just imagine. A winter wood in the back of the Professor's wardrobe? Logically, as Susan would say, that was impossible.

To Hannah, however, it was possible. She learned that a long time ago. It was only a matter of time before they learned the same.

She slept soundly that night. The darkness that surrounded her and the quietness lured her into a deep slumber. It seemed that she was drowning in the softness of her own pillow. Her dreams were that of the Narnian snow she so desperately wanted to touch. Just thinking about it sent chills down her body, causing her to pull the blanket closer.

Suddenly, Hannah felt someone shake her violently. She squinted her eyes because of the light peering into them.

"Five more minutes," she grunted.

"Hannah!" a hyper voice called to her in a whisper. "Hannah! Wake up!"

The girl slowly blinked to clear the blurry vision. In front of her was Lucy in her pink bathrobe, holding a lit candle. She looked down at her feet and noticed that she was wearing rubber boots. Hannah raised an eyebrow at her.

"And where are you going in the middle of the night?" Hannah asked her, speaking as if she was her older sister.

"I couldn't sleep," Lucy admitted. "I kept thinking about Narnia."

"Me too," Hannah sighed.

"That's why I think we should see Mr. Tumnus again," Lucy continued.

"I'm not sure about this Lucy," Hannah said, warily. "Remember what Mr. Tumnus said about the White Witch?"

"Come on!" Lucy begged. "Please?"

Hannah hesitated to answer. As much as she wanted to go back, she didn't want to endanger Mr. Tumnus. She saw how worried he was for them after he tried to kidnap them. Narnia seemed like a dangerous place disguised with its beauty. Even the most unexpected things could be enemies.

That was when Lucy softened her eyes, unleashing her weapon. Of course, it only took a few seconds for Hannah to give in. She quietly got out of bed and reached for the red bathrobe that hung in her closet, followed by the rubber boots she hasn't worn since last winter. She slipped them on before shutting the door behind her.

The girls tiptoed through the hallway, trying to be careful so Ms. Macready didn't catch them. Even though Hannah got to see a different side of her, she still got mad when children didn't behave. Sneaking up in the middle of the night to visit a magical land in a wardrobe was the perfect example.

She followed the light of Lucy's candle. Before entering the spare room, the girl turned her head around, assuming that she heard the sound of footsteps close by. Lucy hesitantly opened the wardrobe door. Hannah felt a cool breeze slap her face. The golden candle light disappeared, darkening the room once more. Lucy flashed a knowing smile at her.

Narnia was waiting for them.

Hannah eagerly entered the wardrobe, letting the heavy smell of fur and dust fill her nose. She couldn't wait to touch the soft snow and drink warm tea with Mr. Tumnus again. She pushed passed the fluffy coats, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

"Lucy?" she said, looking around the wardrobe.

"Boo!" a voice shouted from behind her, causing her to jump and land on her back. The snow acted as a blanket. It didn't hurt and it felt like she landed on her own bed. However, it did start to hurt more once she found out who caused her to trip.

Hannah couldn't move. In front of her was Edmund Pevneise, facing her with a surprised look on his face. The boy was just a few inches away from her own body, but he was still close enough that she was able to smell his nasty breath. In fact, Edmund Pevensie couldn't believe himself that Hannah Grunberg prevented him from falling into snow face-first. There was a brief moment of silence as the two of them tried to catch their breath, but Hannah broke it when she pushed the boy away from her, shouting, "Get off of me!"

Edmund quickly stood up, giving room for Hannah to do the same. She brushed the snow off her dark hair. A small smirk stretched across her face when she saw him looking at the scenery in front of him in confusion and awe.

"Do you believe us now?" Hannah asked.

"I think I do," Edmund said, not facing her.

"Good," she said, simply.

Hannah knelt down and cupped a ball of snow into her hands. "It's better than a football field in a bathroom cupboard, isn't it?" she said, mockingly.

He glared at her as she spoke, not wanting to remember the scolding he received earlier. Hannah took this opportunity to strike at him with the snowball. It only took a split second to hit Edmund's face, startling him.

"What was that for?" he complained, angrily brushing the snow off.

"You know," Hannah said, firmly. "For following us!"

"I was just..." Edmund started, trying to think of the right excuse.

"Don't lie," she interrupted. "I knew you were right behind me."

Edmund pursed his lips, knowing he couldn't deny it. He avoided looking at her directly in the eyes, trying to think of the best way to change the conversation. His eyes lit up when he finally thought of a perfect topic. He turned to her and replied with a rather salty tone.

"Don't you think we should look around for my sister?" he asked.

Hannah looked at him with a hint of mockery. Her eyebrows were raised and she smiled cheekily.

"Oh, I never knew you cared about Lucy," she teased.

"Aren't I supposed to?" he retorted, rolling his eyes. "She is my sister after all."

It sounded like they were forced from his mouth as he spoke. This made Hannah assume that he didn't really mean what he was saying. She glanced at him with suspicion.

"It's just that you didn't show it when you teased her," Hannah pointed out.

Edmund sighed. "Stop it, alright?"

Hannah just stared at him when he said that, slowly taken back by his answer. She simply nodded and waited for him to continue. Hannah watched as Edmund's eyes widened with fascination and confusion each time he turned his head to look at the snowy wood. That was when she heard him call out, "Lucy?!"

There was, of course, no answer. Hannah knew exactly where she was. Her cheeks lifted when she smiled, tugging Edmund's arm. "Come on, I know where she is!"

Before Edmund was even able to answer, the two of them heard a sudden sound of multiple high pitched sleigh bells from the distance. The two of them looked up to see what seemed to be a snow flurry carried by a rough wind. On instinct, Hannah moved out of the way and hid behind some large bushes.

Hannah couldn't believe what she saw. In front of her view was a large chariot-like sleigh. A small man with a long, grey beard, charged right at Edmund with a battle cry. The dwarf used a whip to hit his legs, causing Edmund to trip. Her eyes widened in horror as he reached out for a dagger, ready to stab the boy.

"What is it now, Ginarrbrick?" said a woman's voice, with an irritated tone.

"Make him let me go, I didn't do anything wrong!" Edmund panicked.

"How dare you address the Queen of Narnia!" Ginarrbrick demanded, pressing the weapon against his throat.

"I-I didn't know!" Edmund stuttered.

"Well, you shall know her better afterwards!" the dwarf growled, raising his dagger to strike.

Hannah covered her mouth in shock. She couldn't peal her eyes away at the site. Just as the dwarf was about to attack, her heart rate increased.

"Wait!" commanded the same voice from earlier, causing the dwarf to lower his weapon.

A woman turned towards Ginarrbrik and Edmund. Hannah blinked in surprise when she saw her. The woman wore a long, elegant white dress that looked like it could've been made out of the snowflakes themselves. She wore a white fur coat over her shoulders. Nearly pale, curly blonde hair framed the left side of her face. A crown the shape of icicles adorned her head. Hannah stared in awe for a moment at the Witch's beauty.

"What is your name, Son of Adam?" the Witch asked.

"Edmund," the boy replied.

"And how, Edmund, did you manage to enter my domain?" she questioned.

"I'm not sure," Edmund shrugged. "I was just following my sister and her friend-"

"Your sister? Her friend?" the Witch repeated. "How many are you?"

"Five," he said, but soon fixed himself. "Four actually. Hannah is just a friend we met. She and Lucy were the only ones that have been before. They said that they met a faun called," he paused to remember the name. "Tumnus! Peter and Susan didn't believe them."

Hannah couldn't believe Edmund tattled to the White Witch about them and Mr. Tumnus! She glared at him, biting her lips to prevent herself from going over there and yelling at him. She shook her head, listening intently to what the Witch had to say,

"Edmund, you look so cold," the Witch cooed, using a much softer tone of voice than before. "Will you come and sit with me?"

He looked at the dwarf for confirmation, who dragged him towards the sleigh. Edmund climbed onto the sleigh, letting the woman wrap her warm cloak around him. "Now, how about something to drink?" she offered.

"Yes, please, you're Majesty," Edmund said.

The Witch took a silver vial, and turned it over. A small drop of green liquid fell onto the snow. To Hannah's surprise, the snow magically transformed into hot chocolate. She licked her lips, craving a sip of some hot chocolate. She wanted to feel the sweetness and let the warmth sooth her body, because Narnia was very, very cold.

"You're drink, sire," Ginarrbrik said, growling a little.

"How did you do that?" Edmund asked.

She's a witch, Hannah wanted to say, but she couldn't because she didn't want to blow her cover.

"I can make anything you like," the Witch said.

"Can you make me taller?" Edmund asked, his eyes glowing with curiosity.

Hannah smirked, trying to imagine how the boy would look like if he had his growth spurt. Perhaps making him taller would make him look better than he does now? she thought. She pictured him towering over her, his facial features more lean and defined. When she heard the White Witch's laugh, she snapped out of her trance, shivering in disgust. What was I thinking? she scolded herself.

"Anything you would like to eat?" the Witch told him.

"Turkish Delight?" he suggested.

The girl heard a little grumble in her stomach. Turkish Delight was a rare sweet the Professor gave her. It consisted of a fruity jelly substance that was coated with sugar. Hannah had to admit, she was a bit jealous of the special treatment the Witch was giving him, but she had to remind herself that the woman was lying. With just one drop of green liquid, an entire box of Turkish Delight was formed. Edmund took one Turkish Delight and started eating. Hannah saw that little sparkle in his eyes when he started to eat, knowing that he was going to believe everything she told him.

"Edmund, I would very much like to meet the rest of your family,"

"Why?" Edmund asked, with a frown. "They're nothing special."

"Oh, I'm sure they're not as delightful as you are," the Witch replied, matter of factly. She took Ginarrbrik's hat and used it to wipe the powdered sugar off from his lips, tossing it back to the dwarf carelessly, not bothering to look away from Edmund. "But you see, I have no children of my own," she ran her fingers gently through his hair as he continued to eat. "And you are exactly that sort of boy that I could see one day becoming... Prince of Narnia." When she said this, he stared at her in surprise. Hannah couldn't buy anything she was saying because of what Mr. Tumnus told her. That Witch was up to no good. "Maybe even... King."

"Really?" he asked, hopefully.

"Of course, you'd have to bring your family, and that friend of yours."

Edmund sulked in seat, looking at the box of Turkish Delight with a disappointed expression. "You mean, Peter will be King too?"

"No!" the Witch said with a smile. "But a King needs servants."

Those words seemed to have convinced him. His lips curled into a sly grin, but another thought seemed to have crossed his mind. "Why do I need to bring Hannah? She's not family and I don't think I like her as a friend."

The Witch smiled teasingly at those words. "Well, every King does need a Queen."

Hannah furiously shook her head when she heard the White Witch's answer. She noticed that Edmund must've felt the same feeling of disgust when a bright red color appeared on his cheeks, his eyebrows furring with disgust. "No, no!" he said, quickly trying to make things clear. "I didn't mean anything like that."

"I'm sure she'll do very well as another servant then," the Witch said, causing Hannah to grit her teeth in anger.

Edmund ate another piece of Turkish Delight before answering her with a smile. "I guess I could bring them."

Just a few moments later, the White Witch took the box from Edmund and handed it to Ginarrbrik, who shoved one Turkish Delight into his mouth. She turned her attention back to the boy, pointing to a clearing where two mountains covered in snow could be seen. "Beyond these woods, you see those two hills?" Edmund nodded. "My house is right between them." She drew the fur coat from around him. There was a strange sweetness in her tone, something Hannah was very wary about. "You'll love it there, Edmund. It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight."

"Couldn't I have some more now?" he asked, hopefully.

"No!" was the reply, though this time it sounded rather sharp and irritated. This was quickly fixed with a warm smile. "Don't want to ruin your appetite. Besides, you and I are going to be seeing each other very soon, aren't we?"

"I hope so," Edmund said sincerely, stepping down from the sleigh-like carriage. "You're Majesty."

"Until then, dear one," she smiled, turning to fully lean her back against her seat. Ginarrbrik sat on the front seat, grabbing a hold of the reigns that were attached to the white reindeer. "I'm going to miss you." With one glare, she signaled the dwarf to drive again. Ginarrbrik sharply flicked on the reigns, frightening the poor animals. The creatures picked up the pace and quickly pulled the carriage away. The friction caused the snow to wildly dance behind it. Soon the jingling sound of the bells was dimly heard, and the Witch was nowhere in sight.

Once it was quiet, Hannah cautiously walked over to a dazed Edmund, who seemed to be thinking about the White Witch's offer. He was staring at the two mountains she pointed out to him earlier, a clear hint that he wanted to see her again.

"Edmund?" she called out to him.

Her voice startled the boy, causing him to jump and rapidly turn to her. Hannah was just three feet away from him, looking at him with a sincerely concerned expression.

"What?" he said, rudely.

"What were you doing with the White Witch?" Hannah asked, accusingly.

Edmund's face turned pale. His eyes darted around. He suddenly became nervous and his mouth was dry, not knowing how to respond. That was when it hit him. Surely that couldn't have been the same woman, right? He composed himself and simply asked, "Who?"

"You know," Hannah said, like it was obvious. "That lady you were talking to."

His heartbeat increased. She knew! he thought to himself, alarmed. "H-how much did you hear?"

"Everything," she stated.

"So?" he shrugged.

"'So?'" Hannah repeated. "Don't you realize that you're putting all of us in danger?"

"It didn't sound like she wanted to hurt anyone," Edmund said, defending his claim.

"She's up to no good, Edmund," she warned. "I could feel it."

Hannah tried to sound sincere, but she wasn't sure if all that was going to convince him. Just as she spoke, there was a sudden sound of crunching snow. It was very soft and distant at first, but soon enough it sounded like someone was really walking towards them. Their bodies tensed, and they remained quiet. There was a rustling sound against the bushes, and Hannah swore she heard a hyper, child-like voice call out to her.

"Hannah?"

The girl smiled. A shadowy figure confirmed that the voice belonged to no one other than Lucy Pevensie.

"Hannah!" Lucy exclaimed, right when she saw her. She ran up to her and gave her a tight hug. "Where were you?"

"I got lost," Hannah lied. "But then I found your brother."

Lucy almost didn't realize that her brother was there until she saw him. She cocked her brow, "Edmund?" she asked, but then she ended up hugging him as well. Hannah couldn't believe how the little girl could have forgiven her brother so quickly. Nonetheless, she was glad he was forgiven, even though Hannah knew she wouldn't be able to forgive him yet. "Oh, Edmund! You got in too! Isn't it wonderful?"

"Is Mr. Tumnus alright?" Hannah asked.

"Yes, he's fine!" Lucy reassured her. "The White Witch hasn't found out anything about him meeting us!"

This caused Hannah to turn to Edmund with a piercing glare, one that almost made him uncomfortable. Her dark eyes stared into his own, as if she was giving him a nonverbal threat. He tried to purposefully by focusing on his sister. "What's with this White Witch character?" he asked cautiously, wiping some powdered sugar off his lips.

Lucy leaned in, like she was telling him a secret. "She calls herself the Queen of Narnia, but she really isn't," she explained, almost in a whisper. She noticed Edmund was shifting uncomfortably while he stood in front of her. "Are you alright? You look awful."

"Well, what do you expect?" he scowled, folding his arms and pulling them closer to his chest. "I mean, its freezing! How do we get out of here?"

"Come on," Lucy said, taking him by the arm. She turned to Hannah with a smile, taking her by the hand.

The three of them walked past the lamppost, the bright light started to get dimmer and dimmer as they followed the path to the wardrobe. Lucy rapidly pushed through the thick clothes, holding onto the two of them tightly. Hannah struggled to follow behind. Lucy hurried to the boys' bedroom, swung the door open, and turned on the light. She ran over to Peter's bed and jumped on him. "Peter, wake up! Wake up!" she cried with excitement, causing the eldest brother to groan. "It's there!, it's really there!"

Hannah and Edmund followed the sound of her voice. Susan tagged along, confused as to what her sister had to wake their brother up for.

"What are you talking about?" Peter groaned, sounding raspy and tired.

"Narnia!" Lucy exclaimed. "It's all in the wardrobe like I told you!"

"Oh, you've just been dreaming Lucy," Susan said, sternly.

"But I haven't!" she said, smiling brightly. "I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time, Hannah and Edmund went too!'

Peter turned to Hannah for confirmation, raising his eyebrows at her. She nodded and answered with, "She's telling the truth."

He turned to Edmund this time. "You saw the Faun?"

They all focused their attention towards the younger boy. Hannah especially, staring at him with the piercing glare she gave him earlier. Edmund shook his head without saying anything.

"Well," Lucy said, climbing off Peter's bed. "Hannah got lost, and Edmund didn't really go there with me..." she looked at her other brother, completely confused. "What were you doing there, Edmund?"

Hannah stepped forwards, trying to think of something to say. "I was showing him around," she said, quickly. "Remember?"

She turned to Edmund, hopefully. He sighed, not knowing what to say. Hannah nudged him with her elbow, whispering, "Say something!"

After a moment's pause, he spoke. "I-I was just playing along," he said with a shrug. "I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged them. You know what little children are like these days," Edmund laid his back against the wall, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "They just don't know when to stop pretending." He looked at Hannah, and she felt a sense of coldness towards her. "And when to stop fraternizing with the enemy."

By the time he finished, Lucy's eyes were welled up in tears. They effortlessly leaked down her face. She ran out of the room, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

"Lucy!" Hannah called out, but the little girl didn't turn her head. She just kept running. Hannah wanted to say so many things to Edmund, but her mouth couldn't form those words. She couldn't even glare at him. Instead, she ignored his malicious smile and ran after his sister. Susan shook her head disapprovingly, and Peter shoved Edmund, causing him to land on his bed roughly.

She followed Lucy through the hall, knowing that Peter and Susan were right behind her. Lucy didn't stop until she bumped into the Professor, who looked down at her for a moment in confusion. Hannah stopped in her tracks, watching Lucy bury her face into the Professor's chest.

"Professor, I can explain-" Hannah started, wanting to explain what was going on, but was interrupted by the sound rapid footsteps storming up to them. Ms. Macready's eyebrows were furred. Her glasses were crooked and her hair was down, with a pink nightgown wrapped around her.

"You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stable," she muttered. She pursed her lips when she saw the Professor look at her with a puzzled look on his face. Ms. Macready changed her attitude, and spoke in a calmer tone than before. "Oh, Professor! I'm sorry, I told them you were not to be disturbed," she apologized, glancing at Hannah. "Hannah knows that very well."

"It's alright, Ms. Macready," the Professor reassured her. "I'm sure there's an explanation, but I think this one is in need of some hot chocolate."

"Yes, Professor," she replied, gesturing to the Lucy. "Come on, dear."

Wanting to avoid any confrontations, Hannah tried to follow them. "Allow me to assist you," she said quickly, before being stopped by the Professor. When he cleared his throat, she, Susan, and Peter were told to follow him. The three of them followed the Professor to his study room without saying a word. There were loose papers with scribbles and books splattered on his work desk. There was an awkward silence between them until he reached for some tobacco and placed it in a pipe.

"You seem to have upset the internal balance of my housekeeper," the Professor said, calmly.

"We're sorry, sir. It won't happen again," Peter said, almost as if he was in a hurry. He tried to pull Susan and Hannah by their arms, but they stayed put.

"It's our sister, sir. Lucy," Susan said.

"The weeping girl?" he guessed.

"Yes, sir," she said. "She's upset."

"Hence the weeping."

"It's nothing. We can handle it," Peter said in protest, looking at his sister reassuringly.

"I can see that," the Professor said, sarcastically.

Susan sighed, frustrated. "She thinks that she and Hananh found a magical land."

"We really did find a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe," Hannah said, with frustration.

At this, Professor Kirke looked up at her, his eyes widening. There was a hint of sincerity in them, as if he knew something. He immediately stood up, guiding Hannah and the older siblings to the red sofa by the fireplace. "What did you say?"

"The wardrobe upstairs," Peter explained. "She thinks they found a forest inside."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Stop using that word!"

"See?" Susan acknowledged me. "They won't stop going on about it."

The older man sat on his knees, leaning forward to hear every detail. "What was it like?"

Hannah was taken back by his question, unsure of how to answer. However, before she could open her mouth, Susan interrupted her.

"Like talking to a pair of lunatics!" she exclaimed.

This caused the girl to give her a dry look. "Thanks, Susan."

"No, no, no, not them," the Professor said, dismissively. "The forest."

Susan and Peter blinked at him in shock, surprised of his answer. Hannah smiled and looked up, trying to picture the forest. "It was the most beautiful forest you could ever imagine," she gushed. "Evergreen trees were covered in the softest snow and the air was so crisp."

The Professor leaned forward when she spoke, listening intently to every word that came from her mouth. This caused the Pevensie siblings to question him. They cocked their eyebrows as the girl gave him every detail about Narnia.

"Then we met a Faun called Mr. Tumnus who gave us little cakes and sardines, and he played a beautiful lullaby," she finished.

"You're not saying you believe her?" Peter asked.

"You don't?" the Professor countered.

"Of course not," Susan said. "I mean, logically it's impossible."

"You never know unless you believe that the impossible is possible," Hannah said, remembering a quote the Professor once told her himself. This caused him to smile at her knowingly.

"But the impossible can't be possible," Susan tried to explain to the girl.

Professor Kirke leaned back in his seat, sighing. "What do they teach in schools these days?" he muttered, before turning to them again. "I know that Hannah wouldn't lie about something like this."

"Edmund said that they were only pretending," Peter said.

"And he's usually the more truthful one, is he?" he asked him.

"No..." Peter said, looking a bit hesitant. "This would be the first time."

"Well, if I know for a fact that Hannah wouldn't lie, and your sister isn't mad, and she's not lying either, then logically," he looked at Susan, causing her to frown, "you can assume they're telling the truth." Professor Kirke took a match and swiped it briskly across the matchbook to light his pipe.

"So you're saying we should just believe her?" Peter asked.

"She's your sister, isn't she? If Hannah believes her, then shouldn't you as well? You're a family!" Peter and Susan looked at each other as he spoke. The Professor took a puff of his pipe. "You might just try acting like one. You are very lucky," he glanced at Hannah sympathetically, "there are some who may not have a family to turn to."

For a second, the siblings looked at the girl curiously. Hannah looked down and ran off to her room, the memory of her mother once again plaguing her mind. Her heart felt heavy, like it was weighing her down. When she lay in her bed, she lifted her pillow and grabbed a small note curled up in a ball. It was a letter. The last letter she received from her mother:

Dear Hannah,

I was hoping to bring good news to you, but things are just not going in our favor. I'm afraid that this is the very last letter I'll be able to write to you, my Liebling. I haven't heard from your Father at all, and I'm getting worried that something will happen to me too. I know how awful it has been for you to leave your home, but a mother's greatest blessing is to know that her child is safe. I need that light during this time of darkness, Hannah. You will help keep me alive.

Hannah pressed the letter against her heart. She desperately wanted to hear her mother's voice again. She wanted to be called liebling, and have her mother's hand gently caress her hair. If she were here, she would probably do all of those things, and also remind Hannah that believing was a powerful thing, that having faith made you stronger.

She slid the letter back in under her pillow, a single tear sliding down her right cheek. Hannah slowly pulled the covers over her shoulders. Once the first tear broke free, it was only a matter of time before the rest followed in an unbroken stream. She didn't stop them from falling. This wasn't the first time she cried herself to sleep.

A/N: It feels so refreshing to press the edit button. I'm sorry I made you wait a bit long, but I tried to work on it so it would be a good quality chapter. Thank you so much for being patient. I just want to thank everyone who favorited this fanfic! Thank you for the 87 followers! It means so much to me! And the fanart was done by the badgerfoxdraws on deviantart. I hope you like it.