Mr. Beaver glanced at King Edmund, wrapped tightly in cloak, sitting on a stool next to him. He was at the young age of seventeen and blossomed into a strong, Just, King. Beaver would never admit it out loud but Edmund had become his favorite of the Kings and Queens within a year of first meeting them, despite the rocky start.

Christmas was less than a fortnight away so the children decided to get away from the hustle and bustle of the Cair to visit the Beavers for an early holiday meal. As tradition Susan, Lucy and Mrs. Beaver would prepare the stew and decorate while Peter, Edmund and Mr. Beaver went outside and fished. This year, however, was slightly different. Peter had caught a small cold and was shoved inside with the girls in fear of making it worse. This slowed everything down immensely with all of the girls, specifically Susan's and Mrs. Beaver's mothering tendencies.

Beaver stared longingly into the dark circle of water surrounded by ice. Normally he could just jump and grab whatever looked fit for the meal but the water was even too cold for him. So here he sat with Edmund with two flimsy, make shift fishing rods, just waiting for something to bite. His paws were getting numb and he could only imagine how cold the young king must be as shivers wracked his body. Beaver couldn't help but note that human's weren't really fit for survival as he tried to tempt Edmund into sitting inside to get warmed up. They had very little hair, they weren't naturally strong and they had the average intelligence level for any talking beast. As a matter of fact the only thing they really had going for them was a great amount of courage, or stupidity, which ever you prefer.

"Alright, that's it. I'm sitting inside and and warming up. Why don't ya come with me and we'll have some ale before takin' another shot at it, eh?" Beaver pushed. Edmund was turning nearly blue now and Mr. Beaver was getting quite worried for him.

"N-no, I'm fine. I'll s-stay o-out here just a bit l-longer to see if I can catch anything." Mr. Beaver forgot, humans were stubborn that is what they had going for them. With a sigh he stood, and waddled into the dam, hoping the boy would follow.

Beaver threw his shoulder into the door and rubbed his paws together as he made his way towards the fire. Lucy looked up with her bright blue eyes.

"Did you catch anything yet?"

"Nothin' yet." He sighed

"Where's Edmund?" a slightly hoarse voice came from a pile of blankets It took a moment for Mr. Beaver to figure it out but he soon realized the High King was in there somewhere. Given by his tired voice he had given up and let the three girls mother to their hearts content.

"He's still out there. I've tried everything to get him in but he just won't listen. He keeps insisting that he'll catch something before dinner."

"Yes, he'll catch a cold!" Mrs. Beaver exclaimed worriedly. Lucy looked up and reached for her cloak.

"I'll go talk some sense into him. Be back in a few minutes!" She said. Lucy was just waiting for an excuse to run around. She never could stay in one place for long.

Lucy slammed the door behind her and embraced the cold air. She quickened her pace when she saw two empty stools on the frozen lake. She reached the fishing hole quickly but with no sign of Edmund. One of the stools was toppled on its side and it looked like someone was forcefully dragged….She followed the tracks with her eyes. Into the hole!

"Edmund?" Lucy screamed, "This isn't funny! Please come on out!" When there was no response she was forced to believe this was no prank.

"Peter! Susan!" Lucy frantically cried. She was still far away from the dam and was sprinting with all of her might.

Even from where she was she could hear stumbling about and quite a bit of cursing , generally coming from Mr. Beaver and Peter.

"Edmund, h-he fell into the fishing hole and I couldn't see him and I have no clue how long he's been in there!"

There was a split second of silence as everyone looked at each other with wide eyes. Not a moment later the entire group was running towards the fishing spot.

"Stay here," Beaver commanded," At least I have some fur, and your brother doesn't weigh that much, I can bring him up." They all nodded.

With a splash, Mr. Beaver plunged into the ice cold water, after Edmund. Everything seemed heavy and dark. He searched and searched but found no sign of life until he bumped into a fishing rod with a massive fish still struggling against it. He would come back for that later and he continued to feel for something, anything that reassured him his King was here and alive. Then his paw latched on to something one wouldn't commonly find in a river, hair. Beaver searched further and found a heavy dark cloak, attached to a limp, human, more precisely, Edmund. Beaver tugged at the boy but the water soaked clothes were weighing him down. He ripped off the cloak and found Edmund significantly lighter. He paddled up, slowly but up none the less.

Seconds later they crashed to the surface, welcomed with screams of relief. The Pevensies and Mrs. Beaver helped them up and offered each of them new, warm cloaks. Peter wrapped Edmund around his and then scooped him up in his arms as if he wer nothing but a wrag doll.

"Oh Aslan," Peter murmured, "He's not even shivering anymore!" This was a sure sign of sever hypothermia. Once more they raced back to the dam. Susan held open the door as Peter stooped and ran through the door and placed Edmund on the couch. His breathing was shallow and irregular and his heartbeat was slow and faint. Mrs. Beaver ushered them into a bedroom only moments later with a wrapped package in hand.

"This was supposed to be his Christmas present but I think he might need it now." She said. Peter quickly unwrapped it and found a warm sweater with winter leggings, obviously crafted by Mrs. Beaver herself. He stripped Edmund down and exchanged his clothes. He proceeded to wrap Edmund in blankets, praying he would survive the chill.

TO BE CONTINUED

Yup, I'm giving you a cliffie! It will be a two shot because I got really tired writing this at the end but I really wanted to post this then BAM! Solution!

Narnia is not mine, I'm just playing with the characters for a bit!

Till next time,

Aces

(By the way I am considering changing my pen name because 1. I don't particularly care for it and 2. The friend that helped me pick it is no longer my best friend or probably my friend at all so I think it's time for a change. Any suggestion would be appreciated!)