Year 1000 - Year 1015

Winter was never particularly long in Narnia - no longer than it seemed to be on Earth, anyway. It was a season of ice skating, snowball fights, snow angels, and cozy evenings by the fire with steaming cups of hot chocolate. The royal family led the events during the season, and even held a week-long snow festival to liven up the chilly days. No one could say no to them as they cheerfully pelted each other with snowballs, their smiling faces flushed from the cold. But the Narnians could never enjoy winter for very long. They had endured it for a hundred years.

It was worst for Edmund. He participated in the festivities every year and tried to keep up a lively spirit, but after a few weeks he seemed to fade, withdrawing into his room and coming out only when he was persuaded. Ice skating in particular made him uncomfortable; he always began skating with a tight expression, relaxing only after Lucy spent enough time laughing and dragging him around by the hands.

But no matter how much the Pevensies tried to make the winter bearable, no one was happier than they when spring finally dawned on the kingdom.