This is just a random story because I have some time on my hands, it might just fall to pieces but I fancied writing in third person, I just saw the movie and it came to me.

I know at the beginning of this story Mirana is a bit of a brat but that's just part of the storyline and if you follow it it will change.

Disclaimer: All Alice in Wonderland characters belong to Lewis Carroll, Tim Burton and the Disney corporation.

Mirana of Momoreal, the White Queen, and ruler of Underland was staring over her white marble balcony overlooking her recovering kingdom. It had been over five years since her elder sister Iracebeth had fallen from power leaving the Kingdom in her hands and yet the kingdom was still not at full peace.

For much of the first year there had been great celebration – and technically there still was – but the reality of it was that the kingdom wasn't going to magically refresh itself. Hard work would be required to rebuild the Kingdom to what it once was.

Her thoughts drifted over the one girl who had made all this possible. Alice. She wondered where she was now, and what she would be doing. Alice would probably look somewhat older now, she'd only been what, nineteen when she'd last seen her? By now she could be married, with children, think on that.

Not necessarily though, Mirana had made no romantic connections since Alice's last visit. She would quite like to see Alice again, though Underland had an effect on those above land. An old enchantment causing those who travelled above to eventually forget their travels, their memories fading, eroding like shiny pebbles on the beach. This forgetting process could take days or years but Alice would forget her adventures here eventually. They would become nothing but dreams coming to her only in her deepest of sleeps.

Still there was no point dwelling on dismal thoughts. Mirana turned and decided to mix up some potions. She'd learnt all the medicinal arts of potion making and herbology a young girl and she'd kept it on as she grew. It often came in handy even at unexpected times and was a nice way of occupying oneself.

"Steward," she called on her way down the stairs.

"Yes your majesty," he said with a bow which made his rabbit ears flop absurdly forwards.

"I don't suppose you received any more tentacles from the Jobolous squids, the ones I have now are...a little too large?" Size mattered a lot when it came to medicine, too much or too little made a big difference.

"Ah, no, no your majesty I'm afraid we don't."

Despite her disappointment she retained her stature as she had been taught a Queen should at all times. "Well, no matter. Though please send out someone to acquire some more."

"Uh...uh your majesty if a may be so bold as to say, um, collecting those kinds of tentacles is rather dangerous," he stammered as if he himself would have to get them.

Mirana tilted her head and the steward instantly shook his head. "Though of course, we would all gladly lay our lives down for you. Right away your majesty." With that he hopped away.

Mirana smiled. She wasn't unfamiliar to this response. People seemed to often adore her on sight. It had been that way all her life, her parents had loved her unquestionably for as long as she could remember, almost all the memories she had of them with her were of their compliments and smiles filled with adoration and pride. Though a fair bit of her childhood had been lost in time.

She picked up a nearby hairbrush and headed back to the balcony running it through her long light blonde locks she had inherited from her mother God rest her soul. She started singing to herself an old song her mother had used to sing to her about how summer turns to winter. Her mother always said Mirana could charm the birds out of the trees with her voice.

On that note a large blue finch flew over from the ivy running along the white stone walls of the palace and landed in Mirana's outstretched hand. Mirana always kept her hands held up as she had been instructed as a child. She'd been drilled with appropriate manners practically before she could talk.

When she had finished her song she smiled down at the bird.

"You have a voice without compare your majesty," he complimented her in a rather chirrupy voice.

"Why, thank you...?"

"Mr Finchwood, but you can call me Finch...if you like," he said and Mirana gave a tinkly laugh. She guessed if birds could blush his cheeks would be pink.

"Could you perhaps sing another?" he asked timidly but hopeful.

She was about to break into another song for Finch – one she knew from Court about blue finches which she felt he would appreciate – when she saw down below what looked like a horse running towards her palace gates.

She gave a slight frown. "Finch I must see to our guest first, but I promise I will sing you a ballad or several later."

"I will bring my fellow birds and you shall have quite an audience," he chirruped then flew away as she raised her arm higher.

Mirana turned and hurried down the steps lifting her white dress as she went for she had an inward feeling this was no ordinary guest. Soon she was in the courtyard where quite a crowd had congregated though they all parted as she walked forwards.

She soon saw what they had been crowding. She had been wrong in suspecting that it was merely a horse approaching her palace. The creature before her may have the body of a horse but its coat and mane were as pure white as everything she liked to keep in her home, it honestly seemed to shine of it. However, what made it different was not it's colour but what sat upon its head. A long white horn, perhaps the most beautiful she had ever seen.

Then she realised this was not a horse. This was a unicorn.