The next day we traveled across the land until we stopped upon a stone bridge that looked over Narnia, "Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river."

"River?" Peter questioned.

"Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years." Mrs. Beaver reassured us.

"It's so far." Peter commented.

"It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?" Mrs. Beaver asked.

"Smaller." Susan grumbled before she continued walking and we followed behind her.

We've traveled for who knows how long. We were now walking over an frozen lake. Lucy and I were walking side by side and Susan and Peter were in front of us walking behind the beavers. After a while, Lucy was getting tired, so Peter had her climb on his back so he could carry her. I ran up so I was beside Susan. I pouted, I was too old for piggy back rides, but it sounded nice at the moment. I'm sure there are blisters on my feet. These weren't the most comfortable shoes.

"Come on, humans. While we're still young!" Mr. Beaver yelled back at us.

"If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat." Peter joked.

"Hurry up! Come on!" He yelled again.

"He is getting a little bossy." Lucy commented.

"No!" Mrs. Beaver cried, "Behind you! It's her!"

"Run! Run!" Mr. Beaver yelled.

Peter dropped Lucy and grabbed her hand as we ran towards the forest line. Once we got to the trees, Mrs. Beaver found a small cave. We rushed inside and huddled together and I heard the sleigh stop. Across from us was a pile of snow, and you could see the shadow of a man, and I heard his footsteps coming closer to us. The man turned and walked away, but the sleigh didn't move.

"Maybe she's gone." Lucy said.

She must not have seen the shadow. It was obviously a man who had been chasing us. Maybe he worked for the witch.

"I suppose I'll go look." Peter offered.

"No." Mr. Beaver hissed. "You're worth nothing to Narnia dead."

"Neither are you, Beaver." Mrs. Beaver said.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Mr. Beaver smiled before he walked out of the cave.

It wasn't long before we heard footsteps again...

"Come here!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, looking at us.

He was hanging over the cave, smiling at us and Lucy screamed. "I hope you've been good, 'cause there's someone here to see ya!"

We slowly crawled out of the cramped cave and there was a man in a dark red suit with wild hair and a long beard with a smile on his face. He laughed as we walked towards him. I knew who that was. Santa Claus. I wonder what they call him here.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Lucy said, walking towards the man.

"It certainly is, Lucy." Santa replied. "Since you have arrived."

"Look, I've put up with a lot since I got here, but this..." Susan began.

"We thought you were the witch." I said, interrupting Susan.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that. But in my defense, I have been driving one of these longer than the witch." Santa replied, patting his sleigh.

"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia." Susan said.

"No. Not for a long time." He agreed, "But the hope you have brought, your majesties, is finally starting to weaken the witch's power. Still, I dare saw you could do with these." He turned around and grabbed a giant sack and plopped it onto the ground

Christmas presents. We're getting Christmas presents in Narnia, from Santa Claus himself!

"Presents!" Lucy exclaimed.

Santa laughed and grabbed something before handing it to my younger sister. I saw a glimpse, it looked like a bottle, a cordial, "The juice from a fire flower. One drop can cure any injury. And though I hope you never use it..." He then took out a dagger in its sheath with a red belt,

"Thank you, sir." Lucy said, taking the weapon, "I think I can be brave enough."

"I'm sure you could. But battles are ugly affairs." He replied before looking at me, "Alice."

I stepped forward and he handed me a sword, "Hard times don't create heroes. It is during the hard times when the hero within us is revealed." He said before handing me a book, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, "You're favorite, isn't it?"

I smiled, "Yes, it is."

"You have a strong imagination. It's more important than logic." Santa told me before looking at Susan and grabbing a bow and arrow, "Susan. Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss."

"What happened to battles are ugly affairs?" Susan questioned.

He laughed, "Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard," Santa took out a white horn with a lion's head carved into it, "Blow on this horn, and wherever you are, help will come."

"Thanks." Susan smiled before stepping back.

"Peter." Santa grabbed another sword and a shield and gave it to my big brother, "The time to use these may be near at hand."

Peter looked at the weapon in awe, "Thank you, sir."

"These are tools, not toys. Bear them well and wisely. Now, I must be off. Winter is almost over, and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years!" Santa exclaimed as he sat in his sleigh, "Long live Aslan! And Merry Christmas!"

"Thank you, Santa!" We all yelled at once, telling him goodbye.

"Told you he was real." Lucy said to Susan.

"He said winter was almost over. You know what that means. No more ice." Peter said.

My eyes widened,

The river.