"I found her just laying there, face down in the mud after the rain stopped this morning. She looks more like a drenched rat than anything else."

"So what makes you think we want her?"

"She was talking in her sleep. Said 'Abba help me.' She's a jew, sir."

The commander considered the lieutenants words carefully before giving his nod of consent. The occupation of Austria had brought many of the fleeing jews out of hiding already and many more still were popping out of the woodwork trying to cross the borders into Switzerland. Giving a careful stir to his tea he didn't look up when the young woman was half drug into the room.

"I'm sure by now you have heard fantastic rumors about what happens to certain citizens," the commander started. "I can assure you, nothing you have heard is true." Here, the commander sipped at his coffee and gave a thoughtful glance to the young Fraulein sitting opposite of him. She said nothing, gave no indication she was even alive and the commander let his fist fall on the table. The young woman gave a start and her cloudy gray eyes darted around the room, never really focusing on one thing.

"Oh, this is a most fortunate development indeed." Elsa hung her head until she heard his footsteps echo down the hallway.

"We have one for the experimentation chambers." A gruff voice at the end of the hallway reached her acute ears and terror gripped the young Austrian girl.

"Fear not, dear one. I have not left you." The voice gripped at her and even now, in the midst of the enemy's camp, she felt no fear.

The cell where they had stuffed her had a pile of hay in one corner, and rotting timbers above her gave way to the sky. Elsa now felt truly alone, as the voice hadn't said anything in quite some time.

"Are you still there?" She wasn't even sure she had said anything until a warmth spread through her limbs.

"Always, young one."

"Who are you?"

"We will meet soon enough. Rest now." Elsa didn't need to be told twice and her head cushioned up against her arm faster than she thought possible.


When Elsa awoke next, she felt wind rushing by her head and she had no idea why these strange things kept happening to her

"Be still, you are safe." It was the warm voice, and this time it was accompanied by long, soft hair and a gentle breeze.

"Where am I?"

"Not where you were last. Fear not." And as she sunk into unconsciousness, she didn't fear.

"Peter, she has been through quite the ordeal. Don't ask her where she is from."

"She isn't Narnian?" Peter's brow knitted in confusion.

"She is from your world, that is all I will say." Aslan's words were cryptic at best and as he watched the lion pad down the beach some time later, the young king decided to pay the new guest a visit.

Elsa awoke to the scent of jasmine and vanilla floating in the air. She was most certainly not back in the cell in downtown Salzburg.

"Calm down, you are safe here." A female voice greeted her and she sat up slowly.

"And where is here, exactly?"

"Cair Paravel, in Narnia." The voice answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm Susan." Elsa could hear the smile in Susan's voice and it reminded her of her own mother.

"Elsa." She answered simply and let her hands roam over the quilted surface of the blankets. Care had been taken to weave each piece of fabric together and Elsa thought it was a nice touch. Her ears picked up the slight "Oh" that Susan had uttered.

"I'm sorry, that was incredibly rude of me." Elsa heard her skirts shifting, as if she was readying to leave so soon.

"No, please. It's okay, I'm used to it." Elsa made a move to stand and was frustrated when Susan laid a hand on her arm.

"You are still very weak. When Aslan found you, you were barey alive."

"Aslan?" Elsa felt more confused now than she ever had in all her seventeen years. It was then that her acute ears picked up the turning of a brass knob and an a set of footsteps into the room.

"Su, can I speak to her alone?" A males voice penetrated the thick awkwardness.

"Sure. I'll speak to you later, Elsa." She felt herself nodding mechanically as Susan's skirts whisked out of the room.

"Peter, a moment?" Peter followed his sister out of the room and Susan took a deep breath before beginning.

"Peter, Elsa is blind. I don't know what happened to her, but I think she may be in denial. Don't ask her anything."

"I know, Aslan already warned me."

"Her accent is definitely German though." Susan added after a beat. Peter nodded and gave his sister a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Su. How bad could it be?" Peter waltzed back into the room and sank into the chair beside the bed. She really was a mess. Her pallid skin was covered in dirt and brambles had woven themselves into her platinum blonde curls. Storm gray eyes were staring down at nothing and a strong jaw line betrayed little of her emotions, if any. Peter suddenly felt as if he couldn't handle this.

"Uh, I'm Peter. I suppose Su already told you a few things? And I thought you might be hungry so I brought you this." Peter put a bundle on her lap and she smelled fresh bread, grapes and cheese.

"This smells wonderful, thank you Peter." Elsa smiled in the direction she hoped he was sitting and prayed he wouldn't pass judgment on her.

"When you feel up to it, just notify someone outside your room and we will send a maid."

After considering stumbling around her quarters and possibly injuring herself, she nodded while popping a grape into her mouth. "That might be a good idea."

"Should you feel up to it, you can join us for dinner tonight."

"Is it morning?" Elsa by now had lost all track of time.

"Just past ten I believe." He watched her run a hand through her hair and grimace at its oily content.

"I believe a bath is in order."

Peter laughed "That would be my cue to leave. I'll send in Drinian."

Elsa sat back in the bed and laid the now empty cloth aside. This was shaping up to be an interesting delusion, and she wondered how long she could keep this up. One thing was for sure, Peter intrigued her.

Someone who she could only guess to be Drinian padded quietly into the room. "I'm Drinian, milady. I'm to tend to you."

"Please. It's just Elsa."

"If it's what pleases you, Elsa. Would you like me to draw your bath?" Elsa's face split into a smile.

"Is it that obvious that I need one?"

"Unfortunately so. I'll get the water started."

After waiting for what seemed like forever and nearly dozing off, the bathtub was full and she felt Drinian pulling her to her feet. She found herself missing her cane as she stepped carefully on the cold marble floor.

"I've got you, miss. Trust me." The young woman's arm wrapped around Elsa's middle and after stripping her bare, eased her into the pleasantly warm water.

"What is life like here?"

"It is wonderful. The kings and queens are very gracious. It's no wonder that the nation has been prospering lately." Drinian poured water over Elsa's head and she found herself sputtering at the unexpected drenching.

"I'm terribly sorry!"

"Just tell me next time." Elsa reached a hand up and patted Drinians smooth hand gently. "It's okay, really."

"If you are sure."

"I am sure, you should be sure of yourself too." It would be much later in life before Drinian would appreciate that piece of advice.

Hours later found Elsa clean and Susan behind her wielding a brush. Susan had brought in a few of her old gowns and it was decided to fit Elsa in a deep red linen gown with white lacing detail.

"It's beautiful, I promise."

"I trust you, Susan."

"Susan, just when were you planning on telling me we had a guest?" A girl bounded into the room and she smelled of daisies and lilacs

"I thought you might have figured it out eventually." Susan said in an even tone as she pulled the brush through Elsa's locks. Elsa found herself laughing and she turned her attention to the girl.

"What is your name?"

"I'm Lucy. You must be Elsa. Peter has been going on about little else. But he was right, you are pretty." Elsa felt a blush rise in her cheeks and she bowed her head.

"Well Lucy. What do you do for fun around here?"

"There is a lovely field not far from the castle and it's absolutely beautiful."

"I knew you smelled like wildflowers for a reason."

"You just got here, perhaps it would be prudent to take it easy." Susan attempted to diffuse the situation and Elsa stood, stretching her limbs. She was tired, but it would do her good to get outside.

"Actually, that sounds like exactly what I need." Elsa reached for Susan and gripped her elbow.

"Lead on." Elsa could hardly wait.