Victoria was just 18 when she was crowned Queen in 1837 – a tiny figure, with a will of iron. Never was there so queenly a queen. She made Britain great and the people loved her for it.But in 1861 tragedy struck, when her husband Albert died. The little Queen loved dogs and cream cakes and the troops who fought her wars but most of all she loved Albert. Dumb with grief she hid herself away. Suddenly it seemed the woman who had made the monarchy so strong would destroy it. Could anyone persuade her to be Queen again?