Annabelle's pov

"Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river." Mr. Beaver explained, pointing across a large expanse of pure white, untouched snow. 

"River?" Peter asked. 

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

"It's so far!" Peter exclaimed.

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

"Smaller." Susan said, pursing her lips. I chuckled at her comment as we began walking again. As we began our trek across the seemingly never ending snowy expanse, blinked and I was in a courtyard, surrounded by cold stone statues

This vision was different from my others. I could tell that I wasn't really there. And somehow, I knew it wasn't the future. It was happening in the present. A door opened to my right and Edmund walked out, behind led by a short, fat dwarf. Edmund stopped suddenly in front of a statue of a faun.

Mr. Tumnus. I thought, in my heart knowing that this statue was Lucy's friend. 

"When you're ready, Son of Adam." I whirled around to see a woman sitting in a sleigh dressed in a blue dress, a large white, fur cloak keeping her warm. An icy crown sat atop her head and her skin was nearly pure white. 

Jadis, the White Witch. 

Edmund reluctantly climbed into the sleigh, huddling on the floor, shivering. The dwarf climbed in front and whipped the reindeer pulling the sleigh. They sped off. 

 "Annabelle!" I blinked again to see Susan standing in front of me, her face inches from mine. I recoiled and shook my head. She narrowed her eyes at me, I could tell she was skeptical about my visions. 

"What did you see?" She murmured reluctant to mention it. I looked to see everyone had halted and was watching me. I looked back at Susan, staring into her eyes.

"The Witch Witch is on the move." I said, "She's searching for us." Susan gulped and looked away.

"We better move." Peter suggested. We began walking again. I hung back slightly, wrapping my arms around my waist in an effort to keep warm. The snow had soaked through my shoes, and I couldn't feel my toes. Peter, Susan, and Lucy trudged in front of me, Peter glancing back every few minutes to check I was still there. The beavers led the way.

Peter slowed slightly and fell in step next to me. 

"So... you can see the future." He said. I shrugged.

"I guess so." I muttered. Peter was silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. 

"And you said Edmund would be safe... what did you see when you said that?" 

"We were in Aslan's camp... I think that's where we were. And he was there, tired and scared. But he was okay." I responded. Peter sighed. 

"Good. We have never gotten along. Not really... But he's my brother, and I can't bear to lose him." 

 "Come on, humans! While we're still young." Mr. Beaver shouted far ahead of us. Peter and I caught up to Lucy and Susan. Peter bent and scooped Lucy up, carrying her on his back.

"If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat." He threatened, a smile on his face. 

"Hurry up! Come on!" Mr. Beaver shouted. 

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

"No! Behind you! It's her!" Mrs. Beaver called frantically. I turned to see a sleigh speeding towards us in the distance. 

"Run! Run!" I ran in step with Peter, who had set Lucy down and was now pulling her along. The cold wind stung as my face as I turned my head to see the sleigh gaining speed. Then a memory flashed through my mind and I halted, Peter ran a few paces ahead of me before realizing I had stopped. He pushed Lucy to keep running and turned back to me. I turned around. 

"Annabelle! Annabelle, come on!" Peter shouted. I stood frozen in my spot, staring the ever closer sleigh. Peter grabbed my wrist and pulled. Susan and Lucy turned to see the both of us had stopped. 

"It's her! We have to hide!"

"It's not her." I whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's not her! I remember this. Who ever is on that sleigh, it isn't the White Witch!"

"What do you mean you remember?!"

"It was a dream! I dreamed it. This exact moment..." The sleigh came closer and closer until it stopped directly in front of me, inches from my face.

The reindeer snorted and its breath billowed out of its mouth as a cloud. A figure emerged from the sleigh and Peter pushed me behind him.

A man, with a long white beard stood there, his hands on his hips and his brow drawn up in amusement.

"You're not the White Witch." Peter stated. The man laughed with joy, his eyes crinkling shut as his laugh echoed into the still air.

"No my boy, I am not. Though in my defense, I've been using one of these, longer than the Witch." He said, motioning to the sleigh.

I let out a smile, almost instantly realizing who he was.

"Merry Christmas, sir!" 

"It certainly is, Annabelle. Thanks to you." Susan and Lucy approached slowly behind us. 

"I thought there was no Christmas is Narnia." Susan said, skeptically.

"It hasn't been for a hundred years. But now the Witch's power is crumbling." Father Christmas said, a light in his eyes. He turned back to his sleigh and pulled out a large sack, tossing it onto the ground. 

"Presents!" Lucy exclaimed, who spotted a small stuffed bear sitting on top.  Father Christmas bent down and pulled out a glass flask. He handed it to Lucy.

"The juice of the fire flower. One drop will cure any injury." Then he reached back into his bag. "And though I hope you will never have to use it." He presented a small dagger in a brilliantly crafted leather sheath. Lucy took it in her hands carefully. 

"Thank you, sir. I think I could be brave enough." Father Christmas smiled gently. 

"I'm sure you could. But battles are ugly affairs." He then looked to the older Pevensie daughter. "Susan." She stepped up. He handed her a bow and a quiver full of red feathered arrows. 

"Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss." He instructed. 

"What happened to battles are ugly affairs?" She commented, raising her brow. Father Christmas chuckled and reached back into his back.

"And though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard..." He brought out an ivory horn that had an intricate carving of a lions head on the end. "Blow on this horn and wherever you are, help will come."

"Thanks." Susan said, taking the horn from his hands and stepping back.

"Peter." Peter stepped forward, dropping his grip on my wrist. Father Christmas presented him with a shield with a red lion painted on it and a sword in its scabbard. "The time to use these may be near at hand.

"Thank you, sir." He said, unsheathing the sword, admiring its beauty. Along one side the words "When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death" were etched and along the other side "And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. Father Christmas then turned to me and smiled kindly.

"And my dear Annabelle. It has been an age since I have seen you."

"We know each other?" I asked, stepped forward. He nodded. 

"You may not remember. You were only a child when Aslan sent you away." I cocked my head to the side. 

"I don't... I don't understand." I murmured. Father Christmas sighed, but he still smiled down at me.

"Soon, you will. But for now, I can give you these." he dug through his bag again, pulling out a double sided battle axe and a pair of short swords. All were bound in leather sheaths. I took the weapons carefully in my hands, surprised at how light they seemed. 

"Thank you..." I said in disbelief, admiring the designs etched along the blades of the battle axe. Along one edge read  "Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight," and the other read "At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more"

"And though this is not mine to give..." He pulled a pouch from his coat pocket. "Your parents made it clear that it make it into your hands."

I took the pouch from him. Opening it up, I pulled out a long silver chain with a small purple crystal hanging from it.

"It will...help with the dreams." He whispered just to me. I let out a small laugh, tears coming to my eyes.

"You knew my parents?" I asked, looking back up at him.

"My dear, all of Narnia knew of them. We all mourned them when Jadis took control."

"They're dead?"

"I am sorry, Annabelle."

"But they...they knew..." I drifted off. Father Christmas nodded.

"Your mother...well she was just like you." I looked back at the necklace in my hand, quickly pulling it up over my head and around my neck. Once it laid flat against my chest, it glowed slightly for a moment.

"Thank you." I whispered, stepping away from him. Father Christmas surveyed all of us.

"Now these are tools. Not toys." He instructed. "Bear them well and wisely. Now, I must be off." He turned back to the sleigh, tossing his back on the back. "Winter is almost over, and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years." He climbed back into his sleigh, turning back to us. "Long live Aslan! And Merry Christmas!" He flicked the reigned and the sleigh sped away from them.

"Told you he was real." Lucy said to Susan. Peter turned to me as I strapped the short swords and axe onto my back.

"Your parents are from here?" He questioned.

"I suppose so..." I murmured.

"You didn't know?" Susan asked, "did they never tell you?"

"I never knew them..."

A moment of silence ticked by before Peter's eyes widened.

"He said winter was almost over. You know what that means." He said, giving us all a pointed look. "No more ice." 

"We have to hurry." I said. 

****

We stood above the river bank as chunks of ice broke away, flowing down with the fast current. A frozen waterfall loomed to our left. Peter scanned the area and nodded, grabbing Lucy's hand. He began leading her down towards the river. I moved to follow when Susan grabbed Peter's arm.

"We need to cross now!" He protested. 

"Don't beavers make dams?" Lucy suggested. 

"I'm not that fast, dear." Mr. Beaver said.

"Come on!" Peter pressed. 

"Wait! Will you just think about this for a minute?" Susan snapped. 

"We don't have a minute." 

"I'm just trying to be realistic." Susan defended. 

"No, you're trying to be smart. As usual." Peters said before continuing to walk down to the river bank. Susan huffed and followed behind him. Howling of the wolves echoed in thedistance. Peter reached the bank first and puts a foot on the ice and water spurting out from underneath.

"Wait. Maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver suggested. Peter looked over at him and nodded. 

"Maybe you should."

 Mr. Beaver walked out backwards, testing the ice with his feet and tail, trying to find the strongest passage. It bent and groaned underneath him.

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Mrs. Beaver accused. 

"Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with yourcooking." Mr. Beaver commented. As he got farther along, Peter gingerly stepped onto the ice and followed, clutching Lucy's hand tightly. Susan grabbed my arm tightly as I went to follow. I turned to see her eyes wide with fear. I held my hand out. She took it carefully. We began to cross together. Mrs. Beaver took up the back. 

"If Mum knew what we were doing..." Susan began. 

"Mum's not here." Peter snapped back.

"Oh, no!" Lucy cried, and we all followed her gaze up to see the wolves running across the top of the frozen waterfall to the other side of the river.

"Run!" Peter shouted.

"Hurry!" The wolves leaped in front on us on the frozen river. Turning I was met with the rest of the pack. Mr Beaver let out a growl, but a wolf pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. 

"No!" Mrs. Beaver cried. 

"Peter!" Lucy shouted. Peter drew his sword, pointing it at the nearest wolf. 

"Put that down, boy. Someone could get hurt." The wolf growled lowly. 

"Don't worry about me! Run him through!" Mr. Beaver shouted. 

"Leave now while you can, and your brother goes with you." The wolf reasoned. 

"Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!" Susan suddenly said, stepping forward.

"Smart girl." The wolf chuckled.

"Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now!" Mr. Beaver said. 

"Oh, come on. This isn't your war. All my Queen wants is for you to take yourfamily and go." The wolf said. 

"Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword, it doesn't make you ahero! Just drop it!" Susan cried. Peter looked at her. 

"No, Peter! Narnia needs ya! Gut him while you still have a chance!" Mr. Beaver protested. I drew my axe, walking towards the waterfall. 

"What's it gonna be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever. And neither will the river." the wolf said.  

"Peter!" I shouted. He looked over at me and I swung my axe into the ice. It creaked and groaned as the ice began to split up towards the top. I nodded to him. He looked at both Susan and Lucy.

"Hold onto me!" He shouted over the noise of the waterfall beginning to burst. He stabbed his sword into the ice. I ran for them as the chunk of ice they were on began to float away. The ice waterfall finally burst. I jumped, narrowly missing the Pevensie's and plunging into the water. 

"Anna!" I heard Peter shout over the rushing water. The current took me as I struggle to swim towards the surface. My head broke through the water and I grabbed hold of a low hanging tree branch that hung over the water. I hung on for dear life, coughing up water. 

Once I finally got my bearings, I pulled myself out of the water and climbed onto the riverbank, collapsing onto my back, gasping for breath. 

"Help!" A familiar shout echoed. I shot up, seeing Lucy struggling to swim against the currents. I ran down to the bank, trying to catch up to her. 

"Lucy! Over here!" I shouted, waving my hands. She turned her head in my direction before her head was pulled under water. I spotted a large rock in the middle of the water and jumped out onto it. Lucy came back above water, coughing uncontrollably. I reached a hand out.

"Lucy! Grab my hand!" I shouted over the rushing water. She drifted passed me, reaching out to grab my hand, but missed. I jumped in after her. Grabbing hold of her waist, I twisted and turned, trying to find a way out. My answer came as another rock came into view. I swam towards it and grabbed hold of it with one hand. 

"Lucy, climb out." I instructed. She did just that and then I pulled myself up. Lucy immediately wrapped her arms around me tightly. 

"You saved my life!" She cried. I hugged her back tightly for a moment before looking up. 

"Come on, we best find the others." I stood up and held out my hand. She grabbed it and we jumped onto the bank, beginning to walk downstream. Lucy shivered violently.

"Lucy! Anna!" I heard Susan shouting frantically. I spotted them just ahead of us and Lucy walked ahead.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" She asked, wringing out her sweater. Peter whipped around, relief washing over his face as he rushed forward, draping her coat over her shoulders. I walked up behind her. 

"You're brother's got you well looked after." Mr. Beaver said as Susan hugged Lucy tightly. Peter looked over to me and that's when I noticed he held my axe in his hand. He passed it to me. 

"Thank you." He said, nodding. "For saving Lucy and..." he drifted off. 

"No problem." I murmured, placing my axe back in place on my back. 

"I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore." Mrs. Beaver suddenly said, looking up at the trees. I followed her gaze and sure enough, snow was melting off the trees rapidly, small pink blossoms growing on the branches.