The lion, the sorceress and the wardrobe (ROTBTD chronicles)

The Snow Queen

The four children walked around the forest for a while, freezing to death. They thought they could've made it just like that, but ended up deciding to go back and borrow some of the coats back in the wardrobe.

"Isn't it stealing?" Asked dear Rapunzel as she slid under a fur coat that they were sure belonged to miss Amblin.

"Well..." Hiccup begun to explain, putting on a black, velvety jacket "We're not precisely taking them out of the wardrobe, I don't see the problem"

They all agreed in this and continued their adventure. They saw a great torchlight in the middle of a clearing, and walked past it. Queer as it may seem, sometimes one of the four could swear thew saw faces in the trees.

They walked in this pace for about an hour, until a heavy feeling sat on Merida's stomach.

"Jack?" She asked, turning around in all directions. Rapunzel and Hiccup mimicked her, looking for their brother.

"Jack?!" They all begun yelling, desperate at their brother's disappearing.

Poor Jack had been stolen by a strong, dark figure and was being dragged through a knotty part of the woods. He wanted to scream, to call for help, but his mouth had been muffled and his head was tucked inside a sack.

When the dragging stopped, a hand with sharp fingers tore off the sack and let him breathe, just as he catched a glimpse of a glorious ice palace, and he was seating inside of it. He gasped, both for air and out of amazement, as he continued to look at the intricate details of the castle. A beautiful young woman walked down the stairs, she was wearing a dark blue fur dress, and an ice crown over her platinum hair. She was elegant, yet sad, and a permanent frown was stuck in her heavenly face.

"Is this the son of Adam you told me about, Pitch?" Asked the fair woman, talking to the dark figure behind Jack.

"Yes, my queen." Answered said figure whom, Jack assumed, was called Pitch.

"Oh, darling, poor child, you are safe now" The woman kneeled in front of Jack, looking at him eye to eye. As she kindly untied the ropes that trapped Jack, all his urges to escape disappeared.

"Thank you, madam" Said Jack, shivering.

"It is her highness Queen Elsa to you, son of Adam" Snapped Pitch.

Jack's cheeks and ears ran crimson as he quietly apologized to her highness Queen Elsa.

"Pitch!" Scolded the blonde, under her teeth. "You. Are. Excused."

"As your highness commands." Said Pitch, walking out the room sharply. Although it was an ice castle, when the dark figure left, the room felt rather warmer.

"Now, dear son of Adam, do stand up and tell me your name" Asked the queen, sweetly.

"It's Jack, your majesty." Said the poor child, as he stood up. His snow coat was wet and freezing, and so Elsa noticed.

"Oh, your highness is fine." Replied Elsa, shyly. "Here, let me offer you some warmer clothes. Although I am sorry I cannot assist you with fire"

They both walked into another room, where a few clothes were arranged.

"Usually" Elsa explained, a hand over Jack's shoulder. "My dresses are made out of ice, so I keep these attires for visitors"

Jack picked out a leather vest and a matching cape, and put them on over his white linen shirt, thanking Elsa eternally.

"My, your highness, I do wonder, why did you send out for me?" Asked the poor child, too scared to have said the wrong words.

Elsa placed her gloved hand over an icy wall and stared at her reflection.

"These lands have gone through awful hells, Jack, and the legend says only two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve ought to free the lands from the curse it's cast upon." Explained the ever so sad Queen. "When I heard that you and your siblings were walking through my woods, I went mad with joy and sent out for thee, but it was my mistake to send the cruelest of my sentries."

Jack shrunk at the memory of Pitch's deadly grasp. Elsa sighed and continued speaking.

"You see, my people see me as the greatest evil in the land, the sorcerer who put Narnia under an eternal winter, out of spite and rage." She said, a single tear streaming down her white porcelain face. "For once, I would like to help my land be free of my own actions."

"We will help!" Cried Jack, suddenly feeling as if he owed his life to the queen. "Although I don't know how some children like us are supposed to do that..."

"Oh!" Gasped the queen, looking fondly at the child. "Neither do I, as a matter of fact. But some say Mufasa the lion is on his way, and the legend tells that when he shakes his mane, the ice will melt. And when he breathes his mighty breath, spring shall come again. And when we hear his roar..."

"What, what will happen when he roars?" Asked Jack, eagerly.

"The evil Queen shall curse no more" She finished, breaking fully into desperate cries. She hugged the child, kneeling down at his level and weeping terribly. "If Mufasa himself thinks I'm evil, what good have I left?"

Jack, dumbfounded and confused, hugged her back. "You highness? I know I only just met you, but if anyone thinks you're evil, they must be jolly stupid. You're the good-est queen I know, if I do say so myself."

Elsa smiled, still crying bitter tears. "There's one thing left from the legend. It is said that when the two sons of Adam and the two daughters of Eve sit in the four thrones in Cair Paravel, these lands shall be set free from the evil that haunts them"

Jack sighed, almost annoyed. "Your maj... Err, Your highness, I do doubt you are the evil those legends foretell. But, if it sets peace to your heart, I'll gladly go and seek for my sisters and brother and take them to Cair Paravel or whatever." He promised, raising his head from the shoulder it was resting on.

Elsa beamed at him, happily "Would you do that for a stranger?!" She hugged him tighter. "Oh! I doubt not of the good in your heart, you're the kindest child I've met... Although you are the first son of Adam I've met."

Jack pulled out of the hug, utterly embarrassed by the queen's words. He promised to convince Mufasa the mighty lion that there was no evil in Elsa's heart, and on he went, looking for his family.

Little did he know that he oughtn't have feared of Elsa herself, but of those who pretended to stand by her side...