elliot pole: Since Frozen includes magic, I decided to put it in the Narnian world itself rather than here even though the movie referenced stuff from our world, which is why Hans knew about it before getting there and why he can sail to it. Thanks for the info though!

Three days after being in the White Witch's castle, I found where the dungeons were and found Tumnus and a young boy in them.

"You're here?" Tumnus said in confusion. "Do you work for her? But you warned me.."

"I… I don't even know whose side I'm on," I confessed. "I'm Hans, by the way. Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

"What are the Southern Isles?" the boy asked in a quiet voice.

"Islands far out in the ocean that hasn't had interaction with Narnia for at least a hundred years, probably more, so unsurprising that you haven't heard of it."

"I've barely even heard of Narnia," he said ruefully. I gave him a questioning look and he elaborated, "I got here through a wardrobe from another world. I thought my sister was crazy or pretending when she first said she found a magical land in a wardrobe, but then here I am."

"Well, um, welcome to Narnia then I guess. But how did you run afoul of the Witch so fast?" I inquired. He told me of how she won his trust and convinced him to betray his family. I paled, realizing how similar it was to how she convinced me to come with her. And if she did this to another person she promised the throne of Narnia to, what was to stop her from doing the same to me?

"So how about you?" Tumnus asked. "I never really found out anything about you"

"I, um, er…." I trailed off. "I should go…."

"That you should have already done," a cold voice said. I turned and saw the White Witch approaching. "You wouldn't want me to think you were consorting with to traitors to my rule, now would you?"

I backed up a few steps from her in fright.

"No, stay. And you! My wolves tore their dam apart. Your family was nowhere to be found," she said to Edmund. She tried to get a location out of him, but instead he said something about Aslan. I wondered why she wanted me. Then suddenly she was releasing the faun and ordering one of her various minions to .

"Hans, go with him to ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family," she said coldly. I got the distinct impression that it was not simply a visit for Edmund to have a cheery family reunion.

I helped with her sleigh, too scared to argue otherwise. She didn't take me along with wherever she was headed though. I headed back to castle when I passed by the stables.

"A Son of Adam?!" the horse said sounding shocked. I found it ironic that a Talking Horse would be shocked by my existence, rather than the other way around.

"Nope, from this world. A Son of Adam just left though with that Witch. She's trying to find the rest of his family," I responded. The horse neighed.

"She's probably after others to kill them all! We have to stop her!" he said fiercely.

"Um… 'we'? I'm hoping I'm not part of that we…?" I asked. I don't know how he managed it, being a horse, but he gave me the same look my mother gave me when I asked to do something she didn't approve of. I sighed. I didn't want to help, but I couldn't just let innocent kids die without trying to do something. "Alright, I'll help you out and let's go."

I helped him out and went for a saddle.

"No time for that, plus I dislike having saddles on me. Not particularly fond of people riding me either, but this is an extraordinary circumstance."

I jumped on and he galloped off in the direction the Witch had gone. "My name's Phillip. Yours?"

"Prince Hans. Of the Southern Isles. So how'd you end up with the Witch?"

"Kidnapped. I was a free horse, but then horse trade with the Calormens became profitable and she hunted down Talking Horses to sell. So you also just saved me from a life of slavery," he said.

"Yeah, to ride straight into death or into being stone statues," I pointed out.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Look! I think those are her wolves… Let's follow them," he said, already running that way. It felt strange to have no steering control over the horse I was riding.

We followed the wolves at a distance until we came up to a river. There the wolves encircled the Beavers and three children. They looked the right age for being Edmund's siblings, but the boy especially didn't look like they would be siblings. And where in the world did they get weapons?

"That has to be them!" Phillip neighed.

"Shh! Do you want us to be found out?" I whispered. "Let's try to get closer, but quietly!"

I got off the horse and we got closer to the river. Suddenly, as we got close, we heard the lead wolf snarl, "And neither will the river!"

I had to hand it to the boy, Peter if it was indeed Edmund's brother. He was a genius, jabbing the sword into the ice as the waterfall melted and crashed around them. But it seemed they might need some help. I swam as fast as I could into the water and used my spare dagger to kill off some of the wolves who were already having issues with swimming. When I swam out, I saw Phillip was extending a branch out to the two older siblings so they could get out of the water. But the youngest seemed to be missing. I saw a bit of brown hair farther down the river and swam to it. Sure enough, it was her. I pulled her out of the water.

"Lucy? Lucy?!" I heard frantic voices calling.

"I'm over here! This man pulled me out. Have you seen my coat?" the girl, presumably Lucy called back walking over to them.

"Thank you," Peter said to me, looking me over.

"I'm Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. They're several islands fairly far out at sea from here."

"And I'm Phillip. A native born Narnian."

"I'm Peter."

"I'm Susan."

"I'm Lucy!"

"And we've already met you dearie. It's so delightful to see you again!" Mrs. Beaver said fondly.

"We should get going. The Witch is on the move too. Do you have some safe place to go to?" I asked.

"We're going to see Aslan!" Mrs. Beaver said happily. "At the Stone Table."

On our way there, the children asked me about where I was from. I evaded the question by mentioning that I had seen their brother.

"Edmund! Where is he?" Susan cried out.

"He's still alive?" Peter asked. Susan glared at him.

"Please say he's safe," Lucy pleaded.

"I think he is for now. The Witch doesn't seem to want to kill him yet. She's using him to get directions on how to find you all though, so let us keep moving swiftly."

"Did Edmund really go to her willingly?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"She can be… very deceitful and convincing," I said, trying to explain my own actions as well, seeing as they were likely to come out sooner or later. "Right now though, he most certainly does not want to be with her."

"I hope he survives," Peter half-whispered, suddenly letting his brotherly side show. I felt kinda sad. None of my brothers seemed to care that I was banished. They probably weren't bothering themselves with hoping that I was surviving.

We reached some sort of camp by the time the land turned into spring. There were an assortment of mythical creatures working at the camp. Phillip seemed to see someone he knew and neighed and galloped off. The others whispered amongst themselves, but I ignored them, focusing my attention on making sure none of these strange creatures were planning on attacking us.

We reached the end where a centaur was standing.

"We've come to see Aslan," Peter said dramatically, pulling out his sword and raising it. A few seconds later, all the creatures gathered behind us knelt. Then the lion came out of his tent and we all knelt. I realized then that Aslan was the lion that walked on water. He then greeted each of us by name and I realized he was also the voice who told me to warn Tumnus.

Afterwards, a squirrel sought me out and told me Aslan wished to speak with me. I was struck with fear about what the lion would say to me, especially since I had turned to the Witch so soon after he told me not to do exactly that.