Kardia looked at the white walls around her. They were tall, and regal looking and even though they were in a palace of sorts, made of ice she couldn't help but think it looked magical.

The chill in the air brushed past her shoulders, and blew in front of her face yet despite the wearing of a very thick coat, she grew closer to Edmund who had obviously very stupidly taken his off a while back.

Edmund gripped her hand in his, as they made their way through a statue cluttered hall.

In Kardias opinion, the courtyard-like place was certainly very creepy and no place for children of their age to be wandering around alone in, however Edmund has said this Queen was nice, and she would welcome them into her castle with open arms.

Kardia sighed. 'Edmund, I'm getting quite tired of walking - are we almost there?'

Edmund's foot kicked something hard, he bent down and picked up what seemed to be a piece of charred wood. He smirked, and pressed the wooden stick towards the face of a tiger like statue and started drawing a moustache. The dark marks shone brightly against the white ice, and he giggled - along with Kardia. 'Were almost there, I promise come on!'.

Kardia sighed and looked at the floor, there in front of her was a statue of a wolf laying on the floor. It was almost lifelike, she was amazed.

Just as Edmund went to step over it, the statue jumped up knocking Edmund and Kardia back in horror.

'Choose your words wisely' the wolf growled, its paw on Edmunds chest.

Kardia was stunned as she laid on the floor, watching silently in fear that any movement would alert the fact that she was there.

'I - I'm a son of Adam!' he cried desperately.

The wolf shrunk back. 'My apologies, personal favourite of the queen - or else not so fortunate' he chuckled darkly, 'follow me.'

Kardia lifted herself up and rushed towards the young boy 'Edmund! Are you ok?'

'I'm fine' he replied, lifting himself up also. 'Come on - we don't want to lose him do we?'

'I guess not' Kardia replied following Edmund.

While walking, she took in the scenery. The icicles hung from every corner of the walls, and the icy coldness was apparent in every room. Walking up some ice steps, her gaze fell on a royal looking throne - made of ice of course. Kardia heard Edmund gasp and looked over.

'Wait here' the wolf said sternly, walking in a different direction.

Edmund walked up to the throne in amazement, it was sculpted perfectly with a woollen looking rug hung over it, he sat down and Kardia sighed. 'Edmund! What are you doing?'

Edmund just smiled and looked around the room.

Kardia saw a woman walk into the room, her hair tied in a great bun on top of her head, and an ice-like crown decorating it.

'Like it?' her voice was very proud, and her head held high.

Edmund leapt off in surprise and stood before her. 'Yes.. Your majesty' he bowed.

'Tell me Edmund.. Are you're sisters.. Deaf?'' she questioned.

Edmund looked surprised at this question. 'No..' he replied unsure.

'And your brother. Is he.. Unintelligent?'

'Well - I think so, but mother says-'

'Then how dare you come alone?' she cries, obviously unaware of the young girl cowering in a corner.

'I tried! I swear! They just don't listen to me!' Edmund cried, walking backwards slowly.

'Edmund.. I asked so little of you' she continued. 'I suppose you are of little use to me now'.

'But I didn't come alone!' He interrupted. The witch stopped. 'Excuse me?'

'I brought somebody..'

'Well show them to me then will you?' she questioned, visibly bored.

Kardia stepped forward, she didn't want Edmund to get hurt, especially because she was too cowardly to do so.

'M..me, your majesty' she whispered.

'And who is this 'me?' she enquired.

'I'm Kardia.' she sighed 'your majesty'.

'Well Edmund, I see your not a total loss to me then.' she smirked. 'However, do you know where you're other siblings happen to be, because I am sure they are here in Narnia someplace or other. Make sure you're answer is correct Edmund, and you will be rewarded.'

Edmund stepped forward a bit more 'They.. Were at a damn, with the beavers! They said something about.. Aslan?' He questioned and smiled a little. 'Does that mean I can have some more Turkish Delight now?'

The Witch laughed. 'Our guests are hungry' she looked towards a dwarf that was standing beside her.

'Time for num num's' he laughed sadistically and pulled a knife from his pocket and pointed it towards their backs. 'Follow me.'

Kardia gulped and looked at Edmund with a questioning glance.

He turned to Kardia worried, and looked behind him.

'Maugrim, you know what to do' she whispered to the wolf that flanked her.

'Of course your majesty' he growled and let out a ripping howl and ran out of the foyer and into the cold, followed by a few other wolves.

Edmund turned around in horror, and refused to think about what was going to happen to the siblings he never admitted aloud, but loved dearly.

As he felt the knife being pressed into his back more, he started walking in hope it would release some of the pain.

The 3 children and the beavers stood on top of the snow covered mound following Peter and Susans argument and just started at the castle.

Minutes passed until a faint howl was heard.

'We've gotta run! Their comin'!' Beaver cried, making his way down the slopes as quickly as he could, followed by 3 very shocked siblings.

As they reached the dam, they hurried inside.

'Urry up, mother! Their comin'!' he cried once more.

At this, Mrs Beaver gasped and started rushing around the small hut, pulling things from shelves and wrapping them carefully in a blanket on the table.

'What is she doing?' Lucy cried looking at Beaver, who only shrugged in response.

'It's a long journey, and Beaver gets very cranky when he's hungry!' Mrs Beaver shouted.

Beaver sighed, 'I'm cranky nah!'

Susan rushed to help Mrs Beaver, and started pulling things from shelves also.

'Do you think we'll need Jam?' she asked, pulling it from the cupboard.

'Only if the witch serves toast!' Peter retorted from behind her, earning a snarl in response.

'Are you done now?' Beaver cried as Mrs Beaver and Susan started tying up the bundle of things in the middle of the table.

Susan and Mrs beaver sighed, interrupted by scratching at the dams outside.

All 5 of them shared a look of horror, and rushed out of a hole in the floor, made by Mr Beaver in his travels one time.

Oh my gosh! I am so sorry that i've left it so long, i'll try and make it better though, i promise!

This chapter is rubbish though, I apologize.

Reviews would be lovely