In that moment, Susan wished she was different-that she didn't freeze-or that Peter moved her out of the way. He did so gently, but she wished she was like him-over to the bed in a fraction of a second, taking it all in and figuring out what happened.

"Where did you get this water?!" Peter yelled at the healers as he promptly removed the cloth and blankets on top of his brother. "Answer me, where-"

"The kitchens," Ignus began, stammering as he spoke. "I mean, Your Majesty, I couldn't find any cold water, so went to the ice house and-"

"When did you last stock th-"

"A month ago, we-" Ellis' words were cut off as another scream escaped Edmund, drawing Susan out of her daze. She moved toward the bed and found Peter was already trying to keep their brother from thrashing around. He had his hands on Edmund's shoulders and by the look on Peter's face, he was scared.

"And where do you order ice from?!"

"Well, it was plentiful around Narnia for-"

"Was it already melted?" Peter asked next.

"What?" Susan wasn't understanding what he was getting at.

"When-" Peter stopped to touch Edmund's forehead. "Damn! Ice cold."

"Is he-" Susan hated to ask, but the words came out of her mouth.

"No." Peter shook his head. "When you went to the ice house, was the ice melted in any-"

"Yes?" Ellis said, hesitating. "Some of it was melted, but I didn't think much-"

"You complete-"

"Peter!" Susan didn't want him yelling, not right now. "Please tell me what's wrong!"

For the third time that day, her older brother cursed. "Damn Witch!"

"What do you mea-" It took only a moment for her mind to understand. "No."

That wasn't possible. Well, it was, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Susan," Peter began, "look at him! It's clear what's going on."

She glanced over at Edmund who had now stopped screaming, much to her relief, but occasionally moaned in pain. His skin was deathly pale and his lips were blood red- and Susan was sure if he opened his eyes, she would be staring into darkness.

"It's all my fault," she concluded, "If I hadn't asked for water, I-"

"Don't blame yourself, Su," Peter ordered, his voice harsh but meant well. "But I don't know what we're going to-"

"By Aslan!" The Ignus cried suddenly, pointing to the window to his right, "it's snowing."

"Damn, damn, damn!" Peter drew a seething breath and turned to Susan, "it's all because of that damn wand. This wouldn't be happening if she hadn't stabbed him. Susan, what do we do? Edmund's so cold. He's breathing, but I-" He looked away and Susan said nothing. She didn't know how to fix it. The shards of the wand had clearly reacted with the water that must have been ice made during the hundred-year winter-

that just began again.

They had accomplished nothing,

The Witch was still here.

"Peter," she needed him to say something. "What do we do?"

"I don't know. Maybe Aslan. But this could be beyond him. It's Jadis' magic and why won't it stop?! She's dead and now-" Peter placed his hand on Edmund's head again and Susan saw her older brother shiver. "I hate it. He's so cold, it's as if he's dead, but I know that she wouldn't do that. She's not the kind of person who would kill my brother. No. She had this planned the moment he broke the wand. She stabbed him with it to leave shards and give him her powers as some twisted revenge. Why else would it be snowing again, Susan?"

"I…" she took a few steps back and sat in the chair she had moved over to the bedside earlier. "What are we going to tell Lucy? And how do we stop the snow?"

"I don't know." Peter didn't look at her and she wished he would. She needed him to reassure her everything was going to be all right.

"Maybe, we need to leave Narnia," Susan hated to say it, but it had to be said. "Because Jadis shouldn't have any power outside this world."

"And let her win?" Peter asked, almost angrily. "We just… what are we going back to? War? To London and a world that is just as frightening? No. I won't do that. I have control here, Susan. I am a King. I can fix all the things that are wrong and bring peace and-"

"Peter!" Susan had it. It was clear he didn't understand the situation. "The Witch cursed our brother and you want to stay here? What-"

"Susan, think of Lucy. We can't leave. She has so many friends. How many frien-"

"Stop it! Don't drag Lucy into this! Admit you want to stay! Admit you like the power and that you don't-" Susan stopped mid-sentence as she saw Edmund stir. She rushed over to the side of the bed and Peter cautiously moved his hands from his brother's shoulders.

"Ed?" he asked and the youngest of the three groaned a bit as he opened his eyes. As Susan suspected, they had turned from brown to pitch black. But that didn't matter to her now-all that did was that Edmund was awake.

"What happened?" he asked, glancing from Susan to Peter and back. "Everything was suddenly cold and it hurt so much."

"You're okay, now," Peter reassured him, moving some of his black hair out of his face. "Just sleep, all right?"

"Uh-huh," Edmund nodded a bit, wincing as he moved, but closed his eyes. "g'night."

"Good night," Peter said and kissed his cheek before pulling the blankets over him once more.

When Peter and Susan were sure he was asleep, they turned to the healers. Susan wanted to yell at them and tell them off- kill them even. But the two looked so terrified that she couldn't find the words.

"You two," Peter began, his voice shaking with an unfathomable rage "Mustn't breathe a word of this, or I will have your heads."

"Of course," Ellis agreed with a nervous nod.

"Same," the other began, adding, "But, I mean, you won't really chop off our-"

"I swear on Aslan's name I will," Peter stared down both of them with such intensity that Susan wished she had. "I will execute both of you if you speak of what happened here tonight."

The two nodded again and Susan sent them away swiftly. When they were gone, she turned to Peter who was checking on their brother again. "We should stay here."

"Agreed." He grabbed a spare pillow from the bed, one that Edmund wasn't resting on, and handed it to Susan. "And Lucy? She's going to be looking for us. If it snows, she's bound to come tell us."

"Yes," Susan sat back down in the chair and put the pillow behind her head so it was resting on the tall-leather back. "I can get up and-"

"No, I will," Peter took off his housecoat he wore over his pajamas and rolled it into the pillow he placed on the floor. "Lucy would be frightfully worried about all of this. So, for now, we just tell her something."

"Well," Susan yawned and closed her eyes. "We could say that Narnia kept track of the seasons even though it was frozen. That we arrived here in the autumn and now, it's winter again. The spring that Aslan brought was magical."

"And since Aslan's not here…"

"No summer, spring," Susan concluded with a curt nod. "Simple as that."

"Simple," Peter agreed from where was lying on the floor with his make-shift pillow that he decided to use as a blanket instead. "Too many things have been simple today."

"Yes, they have. But I suppose that's part of ruling a kingdom. Making simple fixes."

"True. Good night, Susan."

"Night, Peter." Susan tried to close her eyes, but she was too tired to sleep. Not to mention that something had been turning in the back of her mind since this all began. "Peter, would you do me a favor?"

"What is do you want?"

"Bring me a report on the veterans of Beruna. I want to know how many are still living."

"Why?" Peter asked next with a yawn. "So you can blame Lucy for this?"

"No," Susan shook her head. "So we can save more people in the future battles."

"Will do, then," Peter promised and bid her goodnight once again. Susan snuggled into the chair and soon drifted off to sleep, hoping that maybe when she woke up, it would no longer be snowing.

A/N: And there we have it folks! The fun has begun. On another note, the logic behind the water from the icehouse is that anything Aslan touched was purified, water included, but this water was stored away in a shed and out of his reach. One could argue the water in the pipes of the Cair also would apply, but I am assuming they turned off the water-supply a long time ago to keep the pipes from breaking. But I am sure when they turned the water back on, there was so much gunk in the pipes, they hand to run them for a long time until the water was clear. Anyway, enough about plumbing- I'm not a plumber. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reviewing.