It's been more fifty years since she and her siblings first stepped into Narnia. Forty years since her family all died in one train crash, but not taking her along.
Was that her punishment for locking Narnia away in her heart, so deeply to stop the constant hurt? When Aslan told her she'd never be able to return, she was hurt beyond belief. How Peter managed to say it was alright with utter conviction she would never know. She never found Aslan in her world, and it was so easy to hide the longing in a whirl of makeup, parties, and boys. Then her family drifted from her, or was it the other way around? Why did they not understand that because she knew she couldn't return she didn't want to dwell on the past?
Today she walks past the cinema, and notices a poster about an upcoming movie, The Lion King.
The next week, she takes her grandchildren to watch it, and while her grandchildren fully enjoy it, she can't stop thinking about a greater Lion and King. One who had laid her fears before her but was always a guiding light. And she had turned her back on Him.
A few years later, as her children and grandchildren stand nervously around her hospital bed:
Oh mighty King, I await your judgement.
Susan Pevensie has returned to Narnia.
Once a queen in Narnia, always a queen.
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Narnia nor The Lion King and make nothing off of this except for getting a recurring thought out of my mind. I do apologize for taking liberties with Susan's lifespan and time passing since entering Narnia, although it is fully possible she lived into the 1990s and even into the 2000s.