Author's Note: Okay, six reviews guys? You're slacking off... Anyways... Here's the new chapter anyways. I was bored, so I want to update. :D

Songs For This Chapter- Anything For You by Evanescence and Prodigal by OneRepublic

The spires of the Witch's castle twisted between the two hills. Edmund stared hungrily as he stumbled through the knee-deep snow. Determination in his eyes, he moved quicker.

Peter, Beaver, and Ari raced through the trees. Susan and Lucy strained to catch up. Ari pushed herself to keep up with Peter, years of working on a farm coming in handy.

"There's no point in this! You won't get him back this way! You've lost him to the Witch!" Beaver shouted at Peter, trying in vain to get him to stop.

"No I haven't!" Peter snarled angrily.

"You tell me you trust him then!" Peter whipped around at stare at Beaver.

"I can still catch him." And he was off again, running as fast as his legs could take him.

Edmund leaned against a boulder, panting. He stared up at the castle looming atop the hill. A cold wind pulled at his collar. He looked back, almost regretful, but the wind turned and pushed him towards the castle. His jaw set in determination, he began to move again. He grabbed a rock and began to climb.

Peter tore across the snow only moments behind Edmund. He stopped at the rocks where his brother's footprints ended. Susan, Lucy, and Ari stared up the cliffside to where Edmund climbed, tiny against the cliff.

"Edmund!" Lucy shrieked before her mouth was covered by Ari who was quickly catching on to how things worked around here.

"Shh. They'll hear you!" She whispered urgently. Peter threw himself at the rocks, but Beaver tackled him before he could do any serious climbing.

"Stop!"

"But he's our brother!" Susan protested.

"He's the bait!" Beaver said, his eyes burning with urgency. "The Witch wants all four of you!"

"Why?"

"To kill you." Ari's voice was grave. She didn't have to look at Beaver to know that her assumption was right because he did nothing to correct her. Susan and Peter stared at her in shock.

"Look!" Lucy pointed helplessly as Edmund hauled himself to the top of the cliff. In front of him, a humungous gate yawned. He stepped through, vanishing from sight.

"Blast him!" Peter shouted. Susan rounded on Peter angrily.

"I told you we should have gone back, but no! You wouldn't listen to me!" She screamed.

"Oh, so you knew this would happen?"

"I didn't know what would happen! Which is why we should have left when we had the chance!"

"Stop it! Both of you!" Lucy yelled, stepping between the two of them. Peter and Susan glared at each other, wind whipping at their faces.

"Arguing isn't going to help Edmund." Ari said, stepping behind Lucy. She laid a comforting hand on the younger girl's shoulder.

"The only thing to do now is get as far away from this place as possible." Beaver said, already walking back towards the dam.

"And just leave him?" Peter asked, his temper ready to rear its angry head again.

"Only Aslan can help your brother now."

"Then take us to him." Everyone stared at Lucy, surprised that her voice was so strong. She looked tearfully back at the cliff. "What other choice do we have?"

=XxX=

Inside the Witch's castle, Edmund stepped over the remains of a watch fire. Gnawed, charred bones lay in the ashes. A dark shape appeared, then vanished into the swirling snow. Suddenly, the snow flurries faded, and there stood a huge gray tiger. Edmund froze. The tiger stared. Then slowly, snow built up on the animals snout. Edmund reached out and touched the animal, but it was made of stone.

"Ha." He chuckled a bit. He picked up a piece of burnt wood from the dead fire and drew glasses and a moustache on the tiger. He laughed nervously as he walked further inside.

Statues surrounded him. Across the courtyard, statues stood like chess pieces, their faces frozen in fear. Atop a flight of stairs, Edmund found a huge gray wolf. He raised his leg to step over the statue when the wolf snarled to life. With one massive paw, it pinned Edmund to the wall. Then it spoke in a gruff voice.

"Be still stranger, or you'll never move again." Edmund froze as the wolf's yellow eyes beamed at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm E…Edmund. I met the Queen in the woods. She asked me to come back. I'm a Son of Adam." He tried to keep his voice from shaking, but while being pinned to a wall by a wolf, that's kind of hard to do. The wolf suddenly removed his paw.

"My apologies, fortunate favorite of the Queen." He sneered. "Or perhaps, not so fortunate." Edmund slowly came off of the wall slowly, surprise etched on his face. "Do follow me." The wolf's gruff voice beckoned him as it walked deeper into the castle.

The wolf led Edmund into a vast, arching hall, made entirely of glittering ice. More wolves stood sentry, eyeing Edmund coldly as he walked past. The wolf in front of him growled, and the others bowed their heads. Edmund's fearful look turned to a haughty grin.

At the end of the hall sat an empty, frozen throne. Edmund approached it, hesitant. He gazed at the intricate carvings and sharp corners. He looked at his reflection in the polished ice.

"Like it?" The Witch's voice asked from behind him. Her reflection appeared beside him in the glasslike ice. Edmund turned to see her wrapped in ermine.

"Very much." He replied. She ran her long fingers across his cheek.

"Then you should have one just like it." She looked at the wolf that led him in, who shook his head gruffly. "Tell me, Edmund. Are your sisters deaf?"

"No."

"Is your brother…unintelligent?"

"No. What-"

"Then how dare you come to me alone!" She roared. Edmund flinched at the steel in her tone, and hung his head.

"I tried." He spoke finally, his voice timid.

"I ask so little of you."

"They don't listen to me!" Edmund protested.

"And you couldn't even do that." The Witch sighed and pulled out her wand.

"But I did bring them! Halfway!" He blurted before he could think about what he was saying. "They're at the little house on the dam, with the Beavers." The Witch turned towards the wolf.

"Maugrim, you know what to do." Maugrim let out a howl and broke off at a dead run, the other wolves not far behind him. Edmund swallowed and looked at the Witch with a hopeful expression. She sat on her throne, just staring at him.

"I was wondering…could I perhaps…have some more Turkish Delight?" He asked timidly, a sheepish grin on his face. She simply smiled at him, but it wasn't a pleasant smile.

"Ginarrbrik?" The dwarf stepped from the shadows, eying Edmund with hatred.

"Yes, my queen?"

"Our guest is hungry." Edmund smiled. So did Ginarrbrik, brown teeth and black gums

"This way for num-nums."

Author's Note: Okay... So, this wasn't my favorite chapter to write, but *sighs* it'll have to do. Reviews are love!