Author's Note: I'm back again! Who missed me? I missed all of you! I am having a lot of fun writing this story, and I really enjoy putting Isabelle's character together. This chapter is a little short, but I will be updating again next week!

Disclaimer: I do not own Chronicles of Narnia, sadly.

Chapter 3

I could hear Lucy tossing and turning in the bed next to me as I got up to get some water. Trying to be quiet so as to not disturb Susan, I tiptoed past, seeing Lucy looking at her candle on her bedside table.

After getting my small glass from the bathroom, I emerged, seeing Lucy walking down the hall. Just as I turned around, there was Edmund, watching her intently. Then he noticed me, grabbing my wrist.

"Come on," he whispered, beckoning to Lucy.

"If you patronize her anymore-"

"I won't. Come on." Reluctantly, I followed him quietly as Lucy slipped into the room with the wardrobe, getting into it and leaving the door slightly cracked.

"Lucy…" Edmund entered the wardrobe, half-dragging me with him.

"Lucy…hope you're not afraid of the dark." With that, he shut the wardrobe door.

"Stupid! You don't close yourself into a wardrobe." I rolled my eyes in the blackness. But something was wrong. No Lucy.

"L-Lucy?" he asked. Something poked me in the arm.

"Ow! Edmund…"

"It wasn't me!" I reached out, feeling the material with my fingers. It was rough and cold. I pulled, some of it breaking free, and smelled it cautiously.

Pine needles? That means…

"Ed," I whispered, "I really think I believe Lucy now." I tried to show him the pine needles, but he was walking forward.

"L-L-Lucy? Lucy!" He tripped, falling and pulling me down with him. He landed first, me falling on top of him.

"Sorry," I whispered. He blushed, and I got off, my feet hitting…snow.

Snow? I looked around, seeing a wonderland of snow, a beautiful wood. And a lamppost, growing out of the ground. Wait, what? That's odd…

"Lucy? I think I believe you now!" Edmund called, wandering around in one direction. I followed him, hoping to find Lucy. I heard the jingling of bells. Something rang a bell (no pun intended) in the back of my mind…something Uncle Kirke mentioned.

"Edmund, I don't think that's a good idea…" I whispered as the bells got closer. He shrugged me off.

Well, bugger. Now I'm alone. I walked a few steps, tripping on something and sliding down a hill. As I struggled to get out of a waist-high snowdrift, I saw two furry creatures approach me.

A beaver and a badger? That's odd… The beaver noticed me, tapped the badger, and they scurried towards me.

"Oi! What are you doing all alone in the snow?" the beaver asked.

Wait. A TALKING BEAVER? This makes no sense. I must be getting hypothermia or something.

"Um…I just came out of the wardrobe and got lost…" The badger sighed.

"Well, let's get you out of there before you get sick." The badger and the beaver went to digging. Eventually, I could walk out of the snowdrift. I turned to my rescuers.

"Thank you very much. I'm Isabelle, Belle if you like that better." I curtsied as best as I could in a nightgown and robe. The beaver and badger chuckled, and I caught a familiar glimpse of pink and blue. "Oh, they're my way out…so…thanks for rescuing me again." The beaver and badger nodded, and I ran to catch up with Lucy and Edmund, following their footprints in the snow since I'd lost sight of them. Finally I approached the wardrobe.

After giving this wonderland one more glance, I stepped in, welcomed by the warmth of the robes in the wardrobe. I ran down the hall, almost running into Lucy as she ran out of Peter and Edmund's room, sobbing. I gave the three in there a glance in confusion, and Peter pointed to Edmund, who was looking rather cross…er, and a little sick as well. I took off after Lucy, just knowing that Ed didn't support her story of the three of us in the wood.