This is my first fic in either of the fandoms used here. I'm not asking you to be nice, because I hate it when people do that, just warning you it may not be quite up to scratch.
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Snow fell on an already crystal white land, coating tree branches, filling holes, dimming the candlelight shining brightly and bravely against the dark through the odd inhabitant's window. Sharp edges were softened and all was vague mounds and gentle dips. But in the distance, a palace glittered with a quick, beckoning sparkle as, around it, Narnia slept in the bitter cold.
Nearer at hand, something small and pointed gleamed in the icy light as it traced, with a sense of urgency, a rough oblong in the air. It disappeared, and with it a square of Narnia. Framed in the white night were the silhouettes of two children, backlit by bright daylight. In the dusty distance other shapes could be seen, moving in haste towards them. The brown grass at their feet stirred in the icy wind as the two took a last anxious glance behind them and dashed into the frozen land. One turned and reached his arm forward, and along, and the dusty land was gone, leaving a breath of rapidly dissipating warm air and a scent of dry, hot plains behind it as a souvenir.
The two children breathed sighs of relief, and then shivered and huddled together against the poisonous touch of snowflakes on their bare skin. The smaller one stooped and laid something on the ground. She straightened up and a snow-white wolf appeared in front of her. It stood and sniffed the air before returning to her and winding itself around the child's bare legs. Her companion opened his cloak and drew the other close beside him, under its folds. She snuggled against him gratefully as they sheltered under a tree for the night, the white wolf curled around them looking like a small snowdrift, and quickly seemed to relax and succumb to sleep.
The other remained awake for a while, watching her and looking with tired but intelligent eyes at the empty white around them. He knew that although their pursuit was gone for the moment, this land too could be equipped with sharp eyes for intruders. Always, however, his eyes strayed back to his sleeping companion. At last his head dropped and he too slept—but not before tilting his face towards hers and quickly pressing his lips to her forehead.
The owner of a pair of glowing eyes watching from the trees squinted and wondered at this last action—if indeed the snow was not just playing tricks on him again. It had happened before. He abruptly decided it was of no importance, and trotted off into the night. He had errands to run.