The Tardis was locked onto Elsa's position now, and time sped by beneath them as they followed her through newly formed Narnia.

"Look! That's Beaver's Dam!" Tenor said excitedly, pointing as Elsa crossed a pond.

"So it is. Or where it's going to be anyway," the Doctor said.

The new country was very beautiful, full of new plants and animals. Mornings and evening were especially beautiful, but Elsa did not seem to notice. She continued to walk north and kept her head down for most of the time.

"How did the Lion do it?" Clive asked, fascinated.

"That is an interesting enigma, isn't it?" the Doctor said. "Do you know, in 900 years I've never met anyone who could agree on the answer. Is he a god? Is it magic? Witchcraft? Does he have the Skasis Paradigm? One theory says that it was not Aslan, but the planet. Some planets are living creatures you know, some are active and others dormant. The theory states that Aslan's roar only woke it out of hibernation; she shook off the snow and then resettled back to sleep."

"Which one do you believe?" Narnia Tyler asked.

"The last one," her father said simply. "Although I consider it plausible to be a combination of theories as well."

"She made another palace," Rory noted. "Is this it, then?"

The fresh ground had given way to a rockier, colder climate, and it was here that Elsa had indeed built herself a new haven.

"Technically it's only the outskirts. The giants live further in, but I expect she wants to be left alone."

He twisted in his spot and sonicked the console, and they zoomed in again. Elsa was pacing back and forth in a ballroom, hugging her arms to her body and screaming.

"I am not a monster, I am not a monster! It wasn't my fault, I can't control it! I am not a monster, I am not a monster, I am not a monster…"

"How did she get from this to being evil?" Donna asked.

"Or is she still like this?" Sarah Jane asked. "She could still be trapped in her palace, heartbroken and miserable. It may be that her enemies are spreading false rumors."

"That's a thought," the Doctor said.

They jumped ahead nearly a century, to the day when, finally, another person came to the ice palace. A king. Regally, he knocked on the door and was only slightly taken aback when Elsa opened it and glared at him. Her skin had gone back to blue.

"What do you want?" she barked harshly.

"I am King Miraz," the king said. "And you will show me respect."

"I am the Snow Queen," Elsa said, drawing herself up to her full height and looking down at him. "I will respect who I like."

"Then perhaps we can come to a mutual respect. I have a problem you might be able to help me with."

Elsa crossed her arms. "And what might that be? Where are you from? And cut straight to the point, don't bore me with idle speech."

"I am from Narnia, your old home of Arendelle. My grandfathers invaded from Calormene and tried to subjugate the animals. For years we had peace, but in my recent reign, there have been rebellions that I have been unsuccessful in crushing. I want you to cast an eternal winter over the planet."

"And in exchange?" she asked, beginning to look interested.

"A dual dictatorship. You shall have just as much power as I."

Elsa was thoughtful for a moment. "Why did you seek me out? Surely there are others who could help you in your conquest."

"But none with your power," Miraz said flatteringly. "Or your thirst for revenge. I have read the legends passed down by the first talking animal filth, about how you were sent away from your own kingdom. Although, to me at least, the reasons for which the old Lion exiled you were never clear."

"It is true that I was banished," Elsa said reluctantly. "I would have fought back, but I was a different person back then. The reasons were very clear, though not deserved. Aslan took away my throne because he blamed me for the deaths of my citizens and my family. Furthermore, he claimed that I was not a Narnian. Neither accusation is true. It was not my fault that I had powers, but it was my mother's, whose love for an ice giant doomed Arendelle. I was never taught how to harness my ice, I was the victim, yet declared the murderer."

"How did you learn to master it?" Miraz inquired.

"I met my true father some years back. He helped me see that is a blessing, not a curse. We may be frost giants, but we are every bit as Narnian as the talking animals."

"That is the reason I have come," Miraz said with a smile, bowing slightly.

Elsa studied him for a moment. "Where is "the great Lion" now?"

"He has not been seen since the Calormene's invaded some four score years ago. Most people believe that he has disappeared forever."

"Then I shall accept your proposal. It is my right to rule," she said, brushing past Miraz to stand on the very edge of the gigantic staircase. "It has always been my right. I think it is about time I take back my kingdom."

The watchers in the Tardis looked on in amazement as Elsa stared out across the plains and swamps that led into Narnia. She drew in a deep breath, then thrust her hands outward ferociously, her skin darkening. In a rush, the entire land was covered in snow. The Doctor flew the Tardis into space, and they watched as a massive snow cloud slowly enveloped the tiny planet. Nothing could stop it. The Hundred-Year-Winter had begun.


"So, what do we do now?" Amy asked. "Have you got a plan?"

"'Course! I've always got a plan. Well, almost always. Well, maybe 70% of the time. Actually I tend to just improv, make it up as I go along."

"But you do it brilliantly," Rose reminded him.

"Yes, I do!"

"Good. So what's the plan?" Donna asked. "Because we can't just leave."

"It might be too dangerous," the Doctor said, punching coordinates into the console. "But we do have new information that we can pass on that might help the rebellion."

The Tardis landed outside Mr. Tumnus' home, and everyone filed out to tell him what they had learned.

"Oh no," the Doctor said. "I really should have seen this coming."

The door and the windows had been smashed in, and when they went inside, it was a wreck. There was no trace of the faun.

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"The White Witch must have found out about him taking us in," Narnia said.

"And then came to punish him," Tenor finished.

"Now we really have to stay and help," Gwen said.

"Right," the Doctor said, nodding. "I suppose I could go in and talk to her. Try to convince her of the errors of her ways, warn her to stop and all that."

"Tell her she's not a monster," Narnia added.

"And then what?" Sarah Jane asked.

"We'll go from there, I suppose. Back to the Tardis, everyone."

"Wait," Amy said, looking around. "Where's Rory?"

"Dad?" Melody called, running back outside.

"Nobody move!" the Doctor said. "Look, tracks in the snow. I don't think he even made it inside."

"Rory!" Amy screamed. "Where are you?!"

"No use shouting, he won't be able to answer. It looks like someone took him."

"More secret police?" Narnia asked.

"Maybe," Rose said, steadying Amy. "Either way, we'll find him, Amy. I promise."

"Does this always happen?" Amy asked hoarsely. "Do people always get kidnapped when they travel with you?"

The Doctor looked up at her solemnly. "Not always. But when they do, I always get them back. Isn't that right, Rose?"

"Every time," Rose confirmed. "Except when I landed in a parallel universe. Then it was me who came back."

"But! Rory isn't in a parallel universe, he's in this universe. Well, technically there is a version of him in the other universes, but that's beside the point."

"Where is he?" Tenor asked, voice shaking. Narnia slipped her hand into his and squeezed it comfortingly.

"I believe," the Doctor said, looking towards the mountains. "That is a question for Queen Elsa."

"Or me," a new voice said behind them. "I could answer that question for you."

Turning, they saw a young man about 20 years old was standing in the shadows of the wood. He had drawn his sword but did not look threatening. On the contrary, he was smiling at them in a way that made his already handsome features more attractive.

"And you are?" Rose asked.

"I am Prince Caspian, heir to the throne of Narnia," he said.

"Dibs," Melody said to Donna.

"No fair!" she hissed.

"You got to dance with Clive," Melody pointed out.

"Girls, hush," Sarah Jane said.

"You said you know what happened to Rory?" Amy asked urgently.

"Skinny guy with a big nose?" Caspian asked.

"Yeah," Amy said.

"He and the faun were both taken to the arena for the Games. They took the faun not ten minutes ago, and…Rory or whatever you call him was captured the moment he stepped out of the box two minutes ago."

"Why didn't you stop them?" Amy asked.

"I don't have backup with me, and I couldn't take the minotaurs on my own. I would have only endangered the rest of your party."

"You said you don't have backup with you," Sarah Jane said shrewdly. "Do you have backup elsewhere?"

"Indeed, I do. I'm leading a secret army in rebellion against my uncle Miraz and the White Witch Elsa. I take it you'd like to join?"

"If it will get my husband back," Amy said fiercely. "Then you'd better believe it."

Caspian grinned. "Then follow me."