**I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA. THEY BELONG TO C.S. LEWIS.**

We were walking across the snow getting closer and closer to Aslan's camp but not close enough. My feet were aching, my back was starting to hurt and I was really really hungry. I was craving eggs and that was something we didn't have before we began our journey. All we had for our light breakfast was a few pieces of cheese and fruit. Cheese first thing in the morning didn't appeal to me so I just had Peter's share of cranberries. I was staring to lag behind so Lucy and I were walking together. Being the good older brother that he is, Peter bent down so that Lucy could get on his back.

"I'll give him one more chance," Peter huffed "before I turn him into a big fluffy hat."

Lucy let out a small giggle and Susan and I just smiled.

"Hurry!" Mr. Beaver shouted.

"He is getting a little bossy," said Lucy.

"No behind you, it's her!" Mrs. Beaver shouted.

My head whipped around and my eyes confirmed it. Right behind us was a sleigh speeding up towards us.

"Run!" Peter shouted.

He dropped Lucy off of his back and took her hand so she could keep up with him. I may be pregnant but when it comes to mine and my baby's safety, I was able to kick into turbo speed. Peter would look at me a few times to make sure I was alright and keeping up. We got into the woods and Mr. Beaver ushered us into a small cave. I was the last one to crawl in and rested against Peter. All of us seemed to suck in what we thought was going to be our last breath. We watched quietly as a shadow hovered over us. I grabbed Peter's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed my hand back and whispered in my ear that everything was going to be ok. I tried to control my breathing but I was scared to death. The White Witch walked away and everyone seemed to think that maybe everything was ok.

"Maybe she's gone," Lucy whispered.

"I suppose I'll go look," Peter said.

I felt my body moved which meant that Peter was trying to get up. I slammed my back against him causing him to sit back down.

"I don't think so," I snapped.

"No," Mr. Beaver said "you're worth nothing to Narnia dead."

"But neither are you," Mrs. Beaver said sadly.

"Thanks dear," Mr. Beaver said grabbing his wife's paw into his.

He gave one last smile to us then left the cave. Everyone waited nervously hoping he would return safely. We all looked at each other anxiously until Mr. Beaver broke the silence causing Lucy to let of a little scream and me to have a mini heart attack. We knew Mr. Beaver wouldn't lie to us, at least we hoped so, so we climb out of the cave to see a man waiting for us. Being seventeen I didn't believe in Father Christmas but of course of all places he was going to be in a land of talking animals.

"This is just-" Susan started.

"We thought you were the witch," Peter cut in.

"Well defense I've been driving one of this a lot longer than the witch," Father Christmas chuckled.

"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia," I questioned.

"The hope you five have brought has started to weaken the witch's power," Father Christmas smiled.

The five of us looked at each other and smiled; the beavers couldn't help but smile as well.

"However you could use these," Father Christmas said reaching in his sleigh and pulling out a giant bag.

"Presents!" Lucy shouted excitedly.

She eagerly ran to Father Christmas and smiled as wide as she could. He pulled out a cordial filled with a red liquid.

"The juice of the Fire Flower; one drop can cure any injury," Father Christmas said handing it to her.

Lucy took it into her hands and admired it. I also couldn't help but to admire it as it shined in the sun.

"And though I hope you never have to use this," he said also handing her a small dagger.

What in heavens was he thinking handing a young girl a dagger? I looked at Peter to see if he was going to protest but Peter didn't even seem to flinch. I raised my eyebrow at him and stared at him. Peter turned to me and mouthed 'what'. I didn't say anything; I just continued to stare at him for a little while before I looked away. I turned my attention back to Father Christmas to see he just gave Susan a bow and arrow and now he was giving her a horn.

The horn was magical, didn't surprise me, and no matter where she was help would come when she blew it. Then Father Christmas looked at Peter with pride. Peter stepped forward and took the sword into his hand. He pulled it out and my eyes went wide. I don't know what happened, maybe I was imagining it, but Peter seemed to change. His great friend and older brother persona was replaced with that of a fighter; a knight and future king. The sword and shield he received was beautiful, if that's the word that you can use to describe weapons. Peter stepped back next to my side and I smiled at him.

"Monica Lewis," Father Christmas said.

My smiled dropped and I looked at him confused. Was I supposed to step forward? I looked over at Peter to see what he wanted me to do; he nodded for me to step forward. I took a deep breath and stepped forward in front of Father Christmas.

"Yes sir?" I asked hesitantly.

"Though you have a different reason for being in Narnia, I have no weapons for you."

I wasn't mad; in fact I was relived. I don't think I would be able to handle a weapon in my condition. I'd rather have to deal with Peter in his protective mode.

"However," Father Christmas smiled "I do have something for you."

He reached into his bag and pulled out a beautiful silk cloak. It was red with gold trimmings and a golden lion in the middle.

"This is a invisibility cloak," Father Christmas explained "not only can it be used for a regular cloak but also for safety. Not only will you be safe but so will your baby."

My hand immediately went for my stomach and began to rub it. Father Christmas handed it to me and I reached out my other hand and grabbed it. The fabric was so soft I was wondering if I would be able to also use it for a blanket. I put the cloak on me and already I felt safe. Since I wasn't in any danger, I was still visible.

"Thank you sir," I smiled rubbing my fingers over the fabric on my side.

"Use these well," Father Christmas said walking back into his sleigh.

"Now I must be off. Winter is almost over and things do pile up when you've been gone for one hundred years," he said putting his giant bag back into his sleigh.

"Long live Aslan and Merry Christmas," he shouted before making his reindeer gallop away pulling him along.

"Merry Christmas," we all shouted after him.

"Told you he was real," Lucy said turning to me and Susan.

Susan and I just looked guilty at each other before returning a smile to Lucy.

"Oh no," I heard Peter say.

"What's wrong?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.

He turned to me and I could see the look of worry on his face.

"You heard what he said," Peter said looking at all of us, "he said that winter was almost over. You know what that means?"

My eyes got wide.

"No more ice," I breathed.

My hand went to my stomach and I began to grow worried. We all ran to the river to see that it was indeed melting.

"We have to cross now!" Peter shouted.

"Peter!" I exclaimed, "I can't!"

Peter got the hint and his already worried look grew into fear. What seemed like hours to decided what was going to happen with me, Lucy gasped. We all turned to her to see if she was ok.

"Monica," she said "your cloak."

My hand reached for the cloak I was wearing and a smile spread across my face.

"Lu," I said hugging her "you're a genius."

I turned to the others and explained I would meet them on the other side. Of course Peter was still concerned but I was able to somewhat reassure him I'd be fine. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before I placed the cloak around my body. Once I was given the ok that they couldn't see me, I walked to the other side. The walk to the other side wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Sure the snow was melting but there was still enough to see foot prints. I had to think carefully so the wolves couldn't see them and that I wouldn't accidentally bump into one of them.

I was so caught up with trying to keep my baby safe I was missing what was going on below until I heard Lucy shout Peter's name. I peered down the waterfall as carefully as I could only to see the three of them go under a wave of water. I placed my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. My hand didn't leave my mouth until I saw them resurface. I stood locked into position where I was until I remembered I was supposed to meet them on the other side. I began to carefully walk again to meet up with the group. I carefully descended down the rocks and continued to have the cloak over me even though the wolves were gone. I saw the three of them looking around nervously and worried; they were looking for me. I took my cloak off and tried to keep my balance as Peter smashed against me.

"Thank goodness you're alright," he whispered into my hair.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back.

"You can't get rid of me that easily,' I joked.

Peter gave a faint chuckle before we walked over to the others.

"Ready to continue?" Mr. Beaver asked us.

We all shook our head 'yes' and continued walking again. It was starting to get hot so we took our coats off and placed them on random trees. Surprisingly however, the cloak was keeping me cool. I looked around in awe as I saw flowers bloom and listened to the birds sing. We didn't have to walk far before we heard a horn announce our arrival.