And so they went back on their way immediately. When they reached the frozen river, it was not that frozen anymore. A chunk of ice was still there right beneath the waterfall, which was also still frozen. They started crossing carefully. They were literally walking on cracking ice. However, they soon were forced to stop, as the wolves had finally found them. As he was facing Maugrim, Peter drew out his sword.
"Draw back your toy, kid!" the wolf mockingly said. "You could hurt someone with that. My Queen doesn't have anything against you. Leave this land now, and never come back. We will send you your brother."
"Peter listen to him!" Susan exhorted him. "An old man in a red cape gave you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero!"
"Don't listen to him, Peter!" Mr. Beaver shouted.
"You kidnapped my little brother." Peter said. "We won't leave this place before we have him back."
"Peter, the ice!" Susan called in a panicked tone.
"The ice..." Hermione repeated in a low voice.
And suddenly she found a way out. It was dangerous, of course, but it was a way.
"Peter, put your sword in the ice! Quickly!"
Peter glanced at her, and then did as he was told. Both of his sisters clung on to him. Hermione, as for her, turned to the frozen waterfall, and made a large gesture.
"DIFFINDO!" She yelled.
And the ice cracked. They were soon taken away by a flood of icy water. Peter and the girls held on to their chunk of ice with all their strength, while Hermione was carried around by the water like she was a feather. When they finally got out of the rapids, and the Pevensies gently reached the riverbank, she swam to them and got out of the water. She cast a drying spell on herself, and then on the children. She suddenly noticed something was missing.
"My handbag!" She exclaimed. "I must have lost it in the river! Oh no!"
"I'm sure you will find it again, darling." Mrs Beaver said. "Nothing is really ever lost, in Narnia. But for now, we have to move on."
"Yes, of course. You're right. I think we're not gonna need these coats any longer."
She took of hers, and the children did the same.
"Right. March on!"
She sent a Patronus to Aslan Camp to warn them about their imminent arrival, and they were on their way.
