Mixed up mystic magic

Elizabeth

I felt like I was being squeezed through a narrow tunnel and I couldn’t breathe. If I could, I probably would have been screaming at the top of my lungs. Suddenly, everything stopped.
I wasn’t in my room anymore! No, I’m not making this up; I had no idea where I was. I looked up and saw that I was in a bedroom. But it wasn’t mine. I looked behind me and did a double take. It was my drawing!
Inside the bedroom was a girl sitting down in front of a mirror. She was a beautiful girl in her teens, with long brown hair she had pinned up on her head. She was wearing a beautiful old-fashioned dress that was very fancy. She had pale skin and brown eyes.
Where was I? This was so weird. I gasped. She whipped around to see me. The girl screamed.
“What are you doing in my bedroom?! Who are you?! Don’t you know who I am!?” she shrieked. “I am the Princess Elizabeth!” Her voice was a high, shrill, proper British accent.
Princess Elizabeth… the Princess Elizabeth. Could that mean she was the Elizabeth? Queen Elizabeth? A strange breeze swirled around me. It seemed to be hot and cold at the same time. A magic wind. I… I guess it was true then. Queen Elizabeth. I couldn’t believe it.
        I was in the past. The past. The past.